"No More Music By The Suckas" lyrics
(feat. Black Vain, Krizz Kaliko & Marcus Yates)
[Tech N9ne:]
Yeah, we guarantee you
No more music by the suckers
I ain't gon' to spit first
I'ma let my brother B.V. rip your ass
[B.V.:]
Young intelligent brother gangsters demeanor
The game done changed dog and tell me have you seen her
I'm used to brothers gettin' fluent with the pen and pad
Not niggas talkin' 'bout what they shoulda coulda or woulda had
So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it
I'm puttin' words all together like I'ma scrabble winna
These suckers dead on the track yea they cadavers
Nigga abracadabra now these wack cats are no contender
These wack cats in the game sweet I call 'em splendor
I'm the realest nigga you ever know, no pretender
So if you ask me the game need a renovation
So we ain't gotta hear their wack lines on every station
Yo they be like who that is, it's B.V. the God rippin' on that Whoo Kid shit
I'ma new breed of emcee on a M-I-C on stand by the resurrected game from D-I-E
So if you answer back homie yo just think twice
'Cause fuckin with the guys like blasphemy just no Christ
But if y'all do decide to step up yo homie bring your A game
Spittin' lyrical zombies rhymes eatin' through their brains
No more music by the suckers (yea yea yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (yea yea yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckers
[Marcus Yates:]
Ay good morning and good night
We lickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em back to sleep
'Cause they been actin' like they got sleep apnea up on their beats
But it ain't their fault, sure I didn't have ain't come quick enough
And in order for hop to be hip enough is gon' take these three niggas to come and lift it up, easy
Without a damn bone without a dance song
I know you can't trust me white man but believe me
Slave ship comin' I think I'ma hide
You can save them slave deals for them Amistads
I'm hungry like twenty nine Ramadan
Ain't nothin' like being with family in a rhyme-a-thon
Lookin' at the time it says mine oh nine
Which means I'm comin to invade you like Columbine
Hi, hello, didddat, exit
Couple more thidddats because the stanky leg was flexin'
My words my words I know they quite vexin'
But I know they more annoyin' than freestylin' while textin'
Geez, Capiche, but before you capisce, at ease
And plant your allegiance to the double 0
You wanna get up on this track nigga double no (rookie)
No more music by the suckers (yea yea yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (yea yea yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckers
[Tech N9ne:]
Mother-fuck the P.D, smile at me when they see me
But they won't play my CDs even though they know it sold a milli
Really 'cause they greedy feeding shit on radio and TV
See, I'm surprised there never been a kill P.D. spree
N9ne's trippin' yes I'm bitchin' when they act like I ain't rippin'
Rhyme spittin' in line stickin' like I designed diction
And this is my mission
When I'm in their eyes vision
Minds quickenin' entire ripsman of this on the grind strippin'
The crime thickens when record executives sign fiction
Align this with his and his fizzles and mind sickens
Rewind this and give it to whomever's behind listenin'
And try and fix 'em meticulousness with this N9ne grippin'
No more music by the suckers, word from Chuck D
BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free
From media to 'mediately dissin' like fuck me
But when Weezy get with speedy Tech, the N9na's a must see
Thanks, Weezy it ain't easy to slang CDs and make a bank
When blank PD's spin it but it ain't meaty
And the DJ's they be puppets for the motherfuckers
I'm sure they had it nothin' like us, they want no more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers (yea yea yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (yea yea yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckers
Yeah, we guarantee you
No more music by the suckers
I ain't gon' to spit first
I'ma let my brother B.V. rip your ass
[B.V.:]
Young intelligent brother gangsters demeanor
The game done changed dog and tell me have you seen her
I'm used to brothers gettin' fluent with the pen and pad
Not niggas talkin' 'bout what they shoulda coulda or woulda had
So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it
I'm puttin' words all together like I'ma scrabble winna
These suckers dead on the track yea they cadavers
Nigga abracadabra now these wack cats are no contender
These wack cats in the game sweet I call 'em splendor
I'm the realest nigga you ever know, no pretender
So if you ask me the game need a renovation
So we ain't gotta hear their wack lines on every station
Yo they be like who that is, it's B.V. the God rippin' on that Whoo Kid shit
I'ma new breed of emcee on a M-I-C on stand by the resurrected game from D-I-E
So if you answer back homie yo just think twice
'Cause fuckin with the guys like blasphemy just no Christ
But if y'all do decide to step up yo homie bring your A game
Spittin' lyrical zombies rhymes eatin' through their brains
No more music by the suckers (yea yea yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (yea yea yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckers
[Marcus Yates:]
Ay good morning and good night
We lickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em back to sleep
'Cause they been actin' like they got sleep apnea up on their beats
But it ain't their fault, sure I didn't have ain't come quick enough
And in order for hop to be hip enough is gon' take these three niggas to come and lift it up, easy
Without a damn bone without a dance song
I know you can't trust me white man but believe me
Slave ship comin' I think I'ma hide
You can save them slave deals for them Amistads
I'm hungry like twenty nine Ramadan
Ain't nothin' like being with family in a rhyme-a-thon
Lookin' at the time it says mine oh nine
Which means I'm comin to invade you like Columbine
Hi, hello, didddat, exit
Couple more thidddats because the stanky leg was flexin'
My words my words I know they quite vexin'
But I know they more annoyin' than freestylin' while textin'
Geez, Capiche, but before you capisce, at ease
And plant your allegiance to the double 0
You wanna get up on this track nigga double no (rookie)
No more music by the suckers (yea yea yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (yea yea yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckers
[Tech N9ne:]
Mother-fuck the P.D, smile at me when they see me
But they won't play my CDs even though they know it sold a milli
Really 'cause they greedy feeding shit on radio and TV
See, I'm surprised there never been a kill P.D. spree
N9ne's trippin' yes I'm bitchin' when they act like I ain't rippin'
Rhyme spittin' in line stickin' like I designed diction
And this is my mission
When I'm in their eyes vision
Minds quickenin' entire ripsman of this on the grind strippin'
The crime thickens when record executives sign fiction
Align this with his and his fizzles and mind sickens
Rewind this and give it to whomever's behind listenin'
And try and fix 'em meticulousness with this N9ne grippin'
No more music by the suckers, word from Chuck D
BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free
From media to 'mediately dissin' like fuck me
But when Weezy get with speedy Tech, the N9na's a must see
Thanks, Weezy it ain't easy to slang CDs and make a bank
When blank PD's spin it but it ain't meaty
And the DJ's they be puppets for the motherfuckers
I'm sure they had it nothin' like us, they want no more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers (yea yea yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (yea yea yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckers
Thanks to JYNX for adding these lyrics.
