(Turkey)

[Ceza]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir
Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak
Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım
Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım

(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)

[Tech N9ne]
Follow me, all around the planet, [bad word] the gamut on sickology
They could never manage, we do damage with no apology
Pick them out the panic, a little manic cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it cause I’m an oddity
Gobble the track up like I'm [bad word]  at mama nakas
I can pop at you proper cause I’m partners with Waka Flocka
Give me the top of hip-hop and watch him make ‘em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras popping off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Tech is the pinnacle, not an identical soul is it
Loaded cold as the polar get wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo it exploded the flow behold it cause when the motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the real
Better ya just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels
Give me the knock and I’ma chop, he came and he went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas

Hit ‘em up and get ‘em up, I ain’t done, I ain’t did enough
Trip when I rip it up, I be the ish when I split em up
Sort of like I was liquored up and backing up in the gut
Everybody be knowing I be acting up when I bust
From Missouri to Canada, I be keeping the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous
Can I cuss? [bad word] anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave them in the dust, ain't nobody tough when I’m standing up

Tech is hostile, he’s awful
He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle
You with it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He’s thinking he give it the Poe and toss in Picasso
Killing everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel
You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go

[Hook]
I’m light years, ahead of my peers
Want some, you [bad word] bring it right here
Can’t clown me, [bad word] ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(K.C.)

[J.L.]
Check it, I’m ahead of them, chop it up with the veterans
legend developing, ain't gotta tell him it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant
You're delicate, but loving every second of this

(Denmark)

[Uso]
De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det
Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det
I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund
Hanger med de vildeste gutter
Det minder mig om vi stikker det af
For de kalder mig alle vild  [bad word] Chopper"

(Alabama)

[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you with a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up a rejection like I was playing Hamlet?
Syllable burning, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peeling pecans
But instead, I’m peeling rappers’ heads, making a sam-a-wich
Pick up a .22 and put a bullet inside of a [bad word] from inside a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks [bad word] ‘em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feel every bump, like you had dead shocks
But I hopped on the [bad word]  beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna [bad word] with Tech N9ne, twist up the pine and
Smoke a beat with Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my [bad word] But [bad word] across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trench coat with the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to read