We still young so fuck it we gonna live
and keep the door open cuz brother im comin in
and i dont wanna rub it in
cuz i hate to be rude but theres no way you had better days in your youth
i remember the days with the night so clear and how the girls would sit on my lap with the ice cold beer we think of a way to get her back to the crib
sneak her out in the morning wake up like shit look at what we did
we made another story wee made some bad decsions but life was never boring
the shit we did in summer would carry on in autumn
we all got some and put the aw back in awesome
then we packed it up and tried to take over boston
livin low key on the daily like carson
yeah i remember way back in september now our names lookin right in the friday night lights

sittin on the internet, talkin all that BEAR shit
jus remember one thing, elect B.Shaw for Sheriff

uh uh. Wake up in the morning with a neck full of bling.
log rides, jib slides and 270 bonkin ding’s!
with no snow i’ll put on a show in SIXTY degree.
Import FIFTY stair cuz im Travis Kennedy!
billed caps, nine straps, and nonstop park laps.
My style could give you a Rash, Boards slapped with Cash, spittin to a Crash.

Goin back to cali, hittin up Bear
Goon, Shaw, and Gremlinz are always there!
Ridazz classy as hell, if you can’t tell
Tappin everything, hittin’ the 100 foot rail
Got my nines on with the scrub hooks,
Some call us Vandalz, some call us crooks.
If you cuttin them off, you get a fist from Yan Dof-in
Put you to the grave, right in that coffin
So go back to chair 6 express cuz you aint got nothin!

When da finger on da trigger
I got news, wait two seconds…
it’s about to get bigger
Simon pronounced Si Moan says ‘put yours hands to the sky’
When they fly, it’s beyond superfly
Yeah, that was a bite
Don’t worry, it’s a new year and it’s alright
You can’t deny a hot verse
Who spins first in the PM or AM at the AMPM
Check one tow, It’s the owner, it’s MFM
On the block in the hotel
The whoa yell
The dope sell to the ski hill
Got ya covered like it’s a tree filled
Check this tiger style
It’s worth your while
And if your going to fly, His bindings got wings
Leave spinning with these things
And it don’t stop, when the beat drop
Alive in the street, dodging the cops
Grease a rail like fried chicken
When I’m chillin
It gets spilled and like a 270 on a chevy
Wait…it gets heavy
I grab a pulled pork sandwich, no coleslaw
Slaying all the others, it’s chris bradshaw
But it’s a show, on the go, when it’s owed
It’s Jonah Owen, and fine juices are flowing
On the grapevine, It’s the homey Jake Devine
Whatcha stompin, due like Dylan Thompson
Now you’ve weighed out your options

wait you think im done but nah i aint finished
travis kennedy makes you dizzy on how quick he can spin it
and dont even get me started on talking about the amateurs
every time they ride you better break out your cameras

jace Foster knows how to throw it down
need to make him pro quick cause hes on top like a crown
brady larson straight kill you on any press
an with that technine swag he will get your girl out her dress
technine for like I only rep the best

ben bilodeau is good in all terrain
got so much skill you fools remember the name
cause every time you hear technine the next word you think in fame
cause there killin everything so many features they claim

every time i shred i only rep technine
give your girl a hoodie an turn her into a dime
bindings an boards so good you will think it was a crime
other riders weak you would think they made of pine
anything technine i want to make it mine
turn any run down lame into something thats divine
It would mean the world to me if i could win these things
cause im just a poor kid with a huge dream
of shreddin everyday on the technine team

MFM ..its marc frank montoya
Fresher than the rest no bull shit from la hoya
Steezier than ever, it should be a crime
But na the fool strictly rides for tech nine
Negative nine the homie still keeps it hot
shit he be everything them fake bitches not

heard em say damn MFM you mean
steezier than butter shits fuckin dank cream
so damn good you could say its medicinal
Killin those tricks like a cold blooded criminal

Look at these wack brands; flux, Burton?
When your honey here you know MFM be flirtin
Does what he wants..homie runs the show
When you can’t keep up, bitch you gotta go
What you think you can spit for tech nine ?
Look little bitch your shit barely rhyme

No long hair MFM keeps it clean
Cross him one time bro, there goes your spleen
Ay gotta dip now …slingin too long
Oh one last thing, he got yo girls’ thong .

Stunna

Black and White its New years Night
Tonights the night that Technine fights
Alright, Jonah Owen steps and keeps it right
Switch back Nine, What a sight
You cant find find anything better
69 in the back of the jetta
Steezy as hell here comes Goon
Cant figure out why he’s so soon
What look theres the moon
Does the tail doesnt even bail
Tight pants not my style
Bradshaw doesnt care he’s the man
Riding Bear beside the fans
Beer cans, cover the floor
Right beside The Arena door
I got my Finger on Da Trigger
I shoot my gun, it breaks the lock
We all walk in it’s dead as a rock
But the Technine crew starts throwing down
But fuck it, bitches need to get out of my town….

pants stay baggy,
but you know we got a belt.
Lookin for T nine
better look top shelf.
best in the game,
yeah they holdin’ it down.
eyes stay low
but they arent on the ground
always in the clouds,
so they gotta look down.

it isnt windy but the trees still blowin’,
it might be something that he’s rollin’.
so clean you could shower,
with the tricks he’s throwin’.
who is He? guess his name.
there is only ONE Simon Chamberlain

hahah

i got the tech9 baggy pants
no tight jeans and skinny stance
never have steeze if you had the chance
keep wearin your sisters jeans and makin me laugh
il be in the park makin the laps
gooner is on your head takin a crap
bradshaw on the lift sayin puff puff pass
Paxson breakin rome boards not makin them last
keep doin you emo tricks and fallin on your ass
cuz jonah owen be showen em up
MFM be rippin the guts on all your sluts
cuz you like like dudes with tight jeans and little butts
Try to take the tech9, it belongs to Jake Devine

Been watching Chris Bradshaw since back in the day
He reps dat Big Bear all the way. Rides around the mountain like he just dont care I always wish i could make it out to bear…. and get on that fun in the sun and maybe if im lucky B-shaw and i will take a run. When I watch his footage it reminds me of skating when all these other clowns are thinking about is masterbating. When I think about bradshaw i think JUS LIV but what also comes to mind is that WESTside gremlinzzz. Bradshaw id like to meet him but I guess im just wishin if i do see him first thing im gonna ask if he want to go FISHIN! I know hes always out and about slayin them trout but when he’s at bear all the clowns scream and shout and when he rides they all drop there jaw but me ill always know him as OL’ DIRTY BRADSHAW.

the first of the year but live like every day is christmas/
have your bitch up to the top floor just so she can kiss this/ dont miss this/ got more than a couple girls on my wish list/ bitch twist this/ n fuk papers girl you gotta swishhh this.
she got a dude at home so i just rent out her treats/
new years law/ 2011/ penthouse suites.
check in the hotel/ bellman peepin game on my safari hat swag
tell him to be careful cause theres only champ and sweets in that bag.
420pm/ balcony/ girls twist it then we blow it
they pretend they dont know whats going down tonight but they know it.
dont blow it/ im feelin them they feelin me
n later in the bed imma flip her like dylan T/
get at the pill man my btiches need more treats/
send one of them to the corner store to cop a hundred pack of sweets/
my pockets full of cash so my swag on overflow/
or maybe its cause these lines we choppin up are molly over blow/
know ones supposed to know/ outside its all sun but inside its all snow/
huge mounds of white everywhere sand dune shyt/
sstackin competition paper in my pockets/ that goooon shyt.
oh whats good girl your friends arent down/ then F them
im jjust after your Mutha Fukn Money/ just call it MFM.
all year vacation/ dont have time for my college major
now even my parents know that my street knowledge major.
at the top of my game but it aint my rookie year/ blake griffin.
n i never play games just tell the team what to do/ lane kiffin/
oops my brain missin/ young jeezy/ lost my mind/
but im on my derek d hustle/ my style refined.
this one skirt complaining about her dude/ im just like you aint gotta change for him/
just come take a shower so i can rail you/ simon chamberlain.
this beezy wanna fuk but im finna get some brain though/
drink so much joose n loko i be skeetin rainbows.
i know you trynna get it but your not my type its too bad ma/
i would smoke you n then drop you real qquick/ chris bradshaw/
6am/ shyts starting to get treal/
rip mac dre/ dont forget who put you on the pill.
these girls say theyre tired/ oh you are? you need yya?
safari hat low/ mean muggin/ TK.
shyt/ the suns out/ make ya booty clap for ya/
stick your tongue out girll i got a snack for ya.
drugs all weekend/ this a pretty good streak/
been rollin for two days but i aint slept in a week///

yo the technine team is wer its at
my flow aint sick but its comparable to that^^^
magoon is the best of them all
even when hes wearing big and tall
i seen him at killy
aint that silly
he aint no goon
mabye ill see him up at loon
he east coast
thats no lie
hopefully one day ill be by his side
in one two three
itss done for me
hope you can give me somethin free

from the soul(:

Yo you know the name
Jibbin around is his game
He’s got kickass bindings you know the deal
when he gets them girls in the sack he makes them squeal
He’s the shit and his name is Lucas Magoon
as soon as he talks to them chicks he’s gettin some poon
You know that he runs this town
you know you can never take him down.
He’s hittin the big ass kickers,
rockin them super sweet stickers
he’s chocolaty just like Mr. Peanut and just like snickers.
He’s never finished last
When he rolls up its like a blast from the past
creepin up behind you just like you got bitch slapped.
when he’s doin tricks he’s doin a line
but if ever got in a fight he pull out his nine.
Pop a cap in that ass you never win
He’s like the boss he’s the king pin.
WHen he’s pullin out tricks the only number he’s ever seen was ten
He ain’t dancin with wolves he’s in the lion’s den.
He’s ridin up pullin out 1280′s/
His bangin this chick named sadie or katie, or possible mercedes,
Who knows what he’s up to he cant remember them all
But when he wants more he just gives them a call
He’s done, he’s finished, he’s outie
But all you got to do is pick me, pick me shawty

In The Arena it’s a Cold World where it’s Hard to Earn
Hard to learn, how to survive and not get burned
Spinning and turning through life with skills so Devine
One Love, one shot, for Magonns (mah goons) to shine
and to Represent the skills crafted with time
To show the General Population, our State of Mind
Through rhymes, metaphors, and sick punch lines
One shout out to my Familia at Technine
For dropping all the hammers, to iFoster my rhymes

spaghetti spaghetti spaghettttttiiiiiiiiiiii

aint no thang but a chicken wing,simon chamberlain loves onion rings,magoon rides tight but has a overbite he aint eating any chicken wings tonight,bradshaw has skill but smokes so much grass has a hard time paying those electric bills, but thats alright barbecue chicken for him tonight, me im eating dank chicken wings doing my thing smokin grass and commenting on snowboardermag

200 proof, hit the roof on the way down
ain’t nobody going clown around
Like a nineties Bozo Sean Kearns
There’s money to earn and lines to turn
Get to the block hotel, it’s hard to earn
Chamberlain is a greater man
From Stepchild, and technine it’s a greater Fam
Ma famila, flip a tortilla, flip a rodeo
And it’s time to go
Tow in on the banshee, clear these rails
Like Chris Bradshaw
Coming at ya
With a rapture of human nature
Nobody going to fake ya, make ya
Take ya, One love, this state of mind
Stay on your grind, always get your ante up
Get hungry like a pitbulll, out of control like a pup
Got the cream? Get T-money
You’ll be split t bombin
Robbin hood rails without caution
Whatcha watchin? It’s the FOTD, up on your TV
Bust a Toe Cap, Baltimore Style
Never Vile, but always on trial
Rugby, MVP, Basketball Jersey
Can you agree?
when it’s rough
Grab your super puff, to stay warm
The elements of a baller, pop your caller
It’s one for the young gun, the glam rocker
RE-inforce your icon, for the line chalkers
It’s a cold world, and the world is yours
So do what’s right, and bumrush the doors
Represent the youth, it’s a moment of truth

Ever since I was just a little boy I ah,
wanted to be a pro like Marc Frank Montoya,
Every single night before Id hit the sack,
id pray and pray and pray but be more like Jodie Wachniak.
Not to say that that is no good,
but def not enough to get respect up in my hood.
Cus not only can he shred, and mix tracks with the best of em,
the guy can spit out rhymes like his mouth’s made by smith n wesson!
So a few more years go by, and still i sit and pray,
to be as good as mfm is what I want some day.
Now im getting older, getting past my prime,
and I finally start to realize, gotta be the best to roll with Technine.

aye yo remember me??? its the b to the o to the n-e-z!!!! and i got a fresh new rhyme about the technine team…like jonah owen rippin’ it up flippin it up so sick ya should be throwin it up…and like mfm who is down with my mans en dems who be killin them sound and skullcandy gems…and here he comes to bring a shifty back one too doom its the ghetto gremlin lucas magoon droppin straight to flat out the hotel room!!!!! give him the mic cuz its his turn… bradshaws came to spin a 2-7 to front lip that’ll burn….and lets not forget the spider man badder then micheal jackson its that bad muthafucka johnny paxson comin tougher then action jackson and when when he shreds its like a curse and when you thought you were bad the technine team came even worse!!!!!

i would never ruin that gear and protect it like it was my baby brother because i dont have a brother and if anyone would try to ruin i would pounce on them like a jungle cat

Technines is the freshest..rolll up to the spot and johnny paxson has got a death wish……. And Mr.owen can serve you up a fresh dish of the freshest next level heavy metal shreddin smoke that bong but to let your dread get singed on the fire..jake Devine is in the freshest atire and TK may stay high but when hes in the backcountry he only needs that first try…Finger on the Trigger the moviess are stackking bigger and bigger..wats your State oF Mind..moviess so good you might need to rewind a trick or two 2….2001 Represent drops itss 2011 and this shit will never stop…

Slayin that jump its chris bradshaw
steezin with not one flaw
missed my verse?
shouldnt have blinked, magoon only touches rails that’re kinked
MFM as g as can be, never backs out on backcountry
tech nine doesnt need doub corks to show real steez,
its all about the fun not makin the cheese

erics got talent and thats about it!!!! ya better give him something cuz his rhyme is ill….

my name is jerry
im not a fairy
when i bust out a trick
your like a candle stick
you go up in flames
you hang out with those lames
you suck at LIFE,
not the game
when you fall and eat shit, stay there and whine,
you better get outta the way or youll get your ass kicked by technine.

see papa no talent hahaha

I come at you like a asian albino cheetah
Travis Kennedy with me ready to beat you
you would have thought I just came out of the trailer sporting a brand new wife beater
my ryhmes are never second place son thats not how roll
with the lucky charms I eat I will spit fruit loops at your hoe

killlin it

I appreciate it david that really means a lot to me. technine is my favorite company and i hope they like my rhymes to cause i could really use new bindings and an actual jacket. my technine mooches arnt really cuttin anymore and since shredding for technine is my dream i really hope i win

papa and rgb3 you got nothin on me cuz the venom i spit you have to say is beyond me…i didnt know that a couple jerx i’d have to battle but like mcluvin i will take your candy and your rattle…this rhyme contest is about the t9 team comin to smash on your dream and i come from michigan with the hunger of weapon x also known as wolverine…but i would rather rap about shreddings chucky and by that i mean gooner so i hope ya feel lucky and just like derek dennison i rhyme like the best of em even when i am wreckin em!!!!…so sit back before ya need a time out cuz i will show ya what technine is all about…and eric upchurch brought some pain to this game when papas rhyme sounded lame and we will both send ya home in shame….but this ones for you mfm dylan thompson and bradshaw who showed me how to keep it real and so damn raw… so eric you take the binders and i’ll take the half zip and then we’ll both roll with kennedy in a caddilac whip and proceed to dip!!!!!

Bones killed it for sure

coursing down the hill one my technine
keeping it it real slashing those bros slapping rails.
hoped on the chair and Bradshaw was their,
he was like son when crousing your technine down the hill
there are 3 things you want to do and don’t want to do
one. never swing hatchets
two. slap those rail harder.
three. M.O.B
so this is what i do when im coursing down the hill on my TECHNINE!

Ill send you off like the marines and deploy ya
Step off son, I’ll destroy ya
Grind your face as if I was Mark Frank Montoya

alright we got 1 way to do this stay true to the game
i represent technine till the death of me
i kill shit back lip that rail like dylan thompson
i get mad respect everywhere that im ridin
cause they see the bradshaw style when im flyin
got the technine denim pant stay baggy as hell
got dub xl team jacket as well
i make tricks look stylish
when i tweek them grabs and then i slide them hits
i travel to different places and put on a show
nose tap back tail to regular

I’m rhymin’ for Simon, He’s got awesome time-in’, His bangers hit harder than a NFL Lineman, Check him out this boy’s only gonna keep climbin’.

Yeah, Chamberlain!

I spit mad wu-tang like marc frank montoya,
can’t compete with my tyga style, bitch, cuz im the destroya;
send you lil pussies cryin, upstairs to ur room,
this shit is fucking child’s play, stomp you tricks like lucas magoon;
cuz im so high up above ya, dismember you like the movie SAW,
Then catch an L on bear mtn, and hit some shit with bradshaw;
the cops smell the stench, but cant do nothin, we both above the law,
chillin on the lift burning, like a house made outta straw;
and it’s burning up quick, so u kiddies better run,
cuz im spitting bullets with my man tommy guns;
and i never stop, murder u, cuz its the only remedy,
assassinate ur asses like, u were a fucking kennedy;
so step in the arena, it your moment of truth,
knocking you little bitches out the park, like i was babe ruth;
U cant compete with me, haha my styles so refined,
And if not bitch, then get hit with the tech 9.

huh fuckoff , huh fuckoff , My Dog just farted as I begun smelt like toast n pate Dylan. Sinatra Last night tap dancing on my head I said huh Fuckoff Frank huh fuckoff . Two draw bradshaw pokin caps down the pipes avalanche occured in my pants huh fuckoff , huh fuckoff. Whats the rumble on the wheels of steel nah papas got a brand new hag, whoa man its dad in drag. Rgb Cmyk black n white thats the place 2b. .. I said Fuckoff Frank huh fuckoff huh fuckoff

MFM now where now do I begin, it’s already over so i’ll sit back and listen!