Grab your Telecasters and Manic Panic and join us in the Black Parade. Welcome to Emo Week, where we’ll explore the scene’s roots, its evolution to the modern-day Fifth Wave, and some of the ephemera around the genre. In case you haven’t heard, emo is back, baby! In honor of its return to prominence-plus the 20th anniversary of the first MCR album-The Ringer is following Emo Wendy’s lead and tapping into that nostalgia. Who think they fast enough and vast enough to step to him, and then he, uhĪnti-aging fans be praising jams we making TECH N9NE | DR.My Chemical Romance is touring again, Paramore and Jimmy Eat World are headlining a major festival this fall, and there’s a skinny, tattooed, white dude with a guitar dominating the charts. N9na who murder everything that everyone who in his path?īow down to your highness, eternally passin’ up, all of ’em murdering Keepin’ it strange, how couldn’t I with the I am perceptible, split apart like a decimal I did what you can’t so I’m finna let it go (Yeah) How could you tell me that I’m not incredible? (Yeah)

I’m (Out, out, out), I’m (‘Bout, ’bout, ’bout) How I did it, I don’t know, but lately, I been Supa Hot Fireīlazin’ away at the pages but feelin’ so agelessĪll of this killin’, it stressing me (Chyeah) How is a thirteen year old finna kill another track?Īnother track, that’s so amazing, man, it’s so amazing Prayin’ to God that I fall off but pop off and I hit ’em with that (Ah) When he steppin’ to all of the haters like, duh I’m blessed to be the dopest kid to ever be (Aww)Īin’t nobody really wanna mess with the kid That keep you up at night, scared to shine a light

The older, the wiser (Woo), explode like a geyser (Woo)Īnd call you a liar, I uh, (Woo) don’t really got time for (Woo) I ain’t gotta use a filter on the ‘Gram, ain’t no glam Sendin’ ’em fussin’ ’cause my shit got that Benjamin Button, bitch In a sin-driven coven, I’m endin’ ’em, rekindlin’ nothin’ I injure them sudden, I hinder men, assemble in blood Like my career and my mug is receivin’ Botox (Chyeah) When I do this shit way in, the folks flock How you be thinkin’ that you in the right when you’re viewin’ ’em like, boo?īe like a pugilist, you wanna throw shots? I am the killer to ruin a life, I’m pursuin’ ’em quite true That is when I get to chewin’ a mic, I be doin’ ’em like, ooh Independently doin’ shit that was never doneĮatin’ rappers like my favorite Freschetta, yum When I’m droppin’ spits, never seen a age like ODsįorever young, many say you’ll never find a better one

Not walkin’ with (Nah), bots not gettin’ hit (Nope) Opp’s talkin’ shit, got me in a rage like Broly (Broly)Ĭops talkin’ scripts, want me in a cage like Foley (Axel) I play ’em my music and here come the Super Saiyan Put me inside a clinic where the youth are layin’ Now put that in your diary, Tecca N9na got ya group decayin’ĭealin’ with choppin’, I’m poppin’ you through delayin’ With the rhythm inside of me fiery, I agree Said I’m losing it, why would you lie to me SebaghĪnti-aging fans be praising jams we makingīut then again, I never needed fuckin’ notoriety I ain’t gotta use a filter on the ‘Gram, ain’t no glam How can you sit up and say I’m repetitive with every song I spit? Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up

Tech n9ne songs with lyrics