Tech N9ne ft. Godemis, Stevie Stone, Murs, Wrekonize, Bernz, Kutt Calhoun, Ubiquitous, Prozak & Krizz Kaliko - Strangeulation Cypher | Текст песни

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• Tech N9ne ft. Godemis, Stevie Stone, Murs, Wrekonize, Bernz, Kutt Calhoun, Ubiquitous, Prozak & Krizz Kaliko
• Strangeulation Cypher

Hmm…Tech N9ne!

[Tech in sing-song voice]
Smashes, the masses, but the industry’s hatin’ asses

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Strange days, when your favorite rapper’s poppin’
But is he on top is something you can’t gauge
Especially when he’s toppin’ the charts
And you see me, K. Lamar, and Macklemore sharing the same stage
I’m the nigga all these artists look up to
Yet for Tech it’s been the hardest to bust through
But I keep my fans fiendin’ like clucks do
You don’t like how we live it, well…
I dominate, your conglomerate
Wanna beating? I can accommodate
It’ll be a non-debate, coming up against Aaron the Great
So many got arms, legs and necks tatted Strange
Cause music, show, conceptually I’m the best at it
Let’s have it for all of these Tech addicts
Any disrespect to family will get your chest gatted
Aimin’ at ’em and its agony
Burner blew his brain and back and these
Cannons came and caved in cavity, caliber connect, cap it
Yo, there it go, red is in my head it grow
Headed fo’, lead and deaded, yeah the medic said it so
Let it grow, shred it and get no credits, so pathetic though
Dread embedded steppin in heaven’s crevice, wet and edible
Give her the shivers when I deliver this
Hit her then quit her cause she’s on Twitter shit
And when she compare me to Eminem I said I’m different
She said “How?” I said I’m black and I can say nigger bitch!
To him I may just be another bro with a flow
We’ll probably never tour cause it’ll be thousands of Juggalos at his show
And I heard fatalities happen on each side, so that’s never no let it go
So I get it, I keep what I’m makin’ incredible, all of them scared of a negro
Strangeulation, this occupation so scandlesss
We stop the hatin’, no chances
When I rock the nation so Danzig
I’m killing all these niggas, Operation Code Kansas
Strange gang plain triggered assassins
Got a bunch of untamed aimed trained spitters a’ blastin’
My insane brain sayin’ give up the rappin’
And go back to the gang bang thang, nigga what’s happenin’, soo-woo

[Verse 2: Godemis]
Deevil!
Prayin’ that 12-12 for hell
Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails
Like nothing I’ve ever felt
Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons
As if I needed some help
Or a host to preserve the heathen
Got it, my brain is rotted
I swear to God that I’m not it
I’m set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
I ain’t high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
Then I’m in, enemy of the state, I’m straight at an angle
Stop risking and quit your bitchin’, it ain’t like I’m raping an Angel
Said I was magnifique, ya’ll fuckin’ with it, capiche?
Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
Ain’t nothing to it but to do it; i’m a mummy rappin
So get to clappin or dissin the clan you’re hatin
Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation

[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]
Stevie Stone I’m on it I’m so clever
Nobody comparing ’em better
I put shit together
America’s most elaborated rap pick yo head up
Small talkin’ to get you wet up
Yeah, I’m will to kill all you niggas
The feelin’, adrenaline that’ll spillin’ a milli yeah I mill’ all you niggas
Ain’t even reach out they climax rather my sillin’ on niggas
And backin’ a back on back can’t billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas
This ain’t no random some leekage
Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
The spieces
Strangeland we rain on your region
Meatwagon I come I be taggin’ ’em
Baggin’ ’em bring ’em clusters of three
Got three magnums gaggin’ em out
You pussies is still talkin’ I’m draggin’ ’em out
I’m tappin’ ’em out

[Verse 4: Murs]
Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he’s not a bad rapper
I’m just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Underground bully, pickin’ on all these famous kids
And the danger is, now I’m doin’ Stranger biz
About to make the world forget about what a major is
Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin’ I would shout em out
And I don’t want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
But maybe I’m just hatin’ cuz my black ass could never sing
Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy

[Verse 5: Wrekonize]
Wrapped in XLR cables
Up from my whiskers, down to my fuckin’ kicks
Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
You suckin’ dick
Nobody be askin’ me for secrets
I ain’t chuckin’ tips
I’d rather be bumpin’ hips
On that ratchet with muffin tits
Tore up the limits
From Britan visions would rock their lives
Inside a prison where giddy bitches don’t jock the rhyme
Born in precision on rhythm spittin’ could swat a fly
For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify
Bye, Bye killers
On a high five business
Gonna ride by the sickest
In your high ride to the hitlist
If we ain’t spoke in ages
Then miss me with broken favors
You Miley Cyrus to majors
You twerkin’ on swollen razors (run now)
Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
And have you plead your case to us
At Strangeland at sundown
Be careful of the biz
Cause everything has got a price attached
Wake up with a horse head in your bed
And next your life is snatched

[Verse 6: Bernz]
Tank full of petro
Bank full of pesos
Pull on my tour bus
Bonus on a payroll
Feel like I be killin’ it
Famous on the internet
Really I’m just wingin’ it
Cookin’ shit on my Kitchenett
Life so good
Right now I need to celebrate
Bout to sell a stadium out
And turn it into rake
Look at how the industry norm
Has started lookin’ Strange
All my brothers riding the storm
While they just ride the waves
Caviar wishes
Bitches for my bitches
Black shades and hoodies
And spots and white linens
Feel like Sam Kinison
Preachin’ to these citizens
Screamin’ at the saints
You ain’t ever gonna get rid of us
Guessin’ that I just cleaned my plate
So now I’m gettin’ cake
Speedin’ down the interstate
Yellin’ get out the fuckin’ way
We plant flags in the ground
Because we here to stay
And bring my whole hood out
And have my own parade

[Verse 7: Kutt Calhoun]
(Black Gold!)
I purposely wrote this verse
Just to murder, dismember, defecate
Disassemble the limbs
Of a nigga who try and separate
Artistry from nonfiction
Im sent with a conviction
To sentence you pons
Givin’ the benz on my diction
There he goes
Speakin’ bout how he murk a beat
Smellin’ himself
Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally
Dance around me
Like I was a paraplegic
In a do-si-do competition
Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
Yadda Yadda
A whole lotta yappin’
About my rappin’
When I’m the captain
Of crunchin’ you niggas milky dreams
Im the comparison of Pac’s face
Staring in your face
Mock razor blades cut
Leave you crispy clean
Don’t ask Tech
Ask me if it’s questions
Guarantee that he tell you
That I’m the best
And Im destined
To find a snake and a bat
Helpin’ Kansas City’s progression
Hopin’ I hurt the feelings
Of whoever second guessed it
Cause everybody talkin’
Imma make you niggas hear me
Mind control flow
Now: listen till your ears bleed

[Verse 8: Ubiquitous]
Spit it sicker than these sycophants
Keep your dick up in your pants
You were blunted on the block
Me, I had some different plans
I’m trying to get to France
Sniffing grams
Hit a branch
Independent Powerhouse
Vibin’ out with the fam
Waking up in different cities
Every night hittin’ grants
Stay prepared for this
I’m bearing witness to this sinner man
Stripper dance with cinnamon
Clubbin’ with my gentlemen
Drink away the nights events
Nothing worth remembering
Squad will run up in this bitch
Mobbin’ like some immigrants
Jack you for your paper stack
Rob you of your innocence
Taping of the scene of crimes
Swabbing for my fingerprints
Thought about my life
You thought the same
And couldn’t think of shit (Ha!)
This type of fire dont extinguish
Now write about some bigger shit
You’re striking out
Swing and miss
Ring around the Rosie, homie
Pocket full of pain
Keep a lock up on my lane
And triple optic in my brain, look

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