Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"Strangeland"

"Strangeland"


[Tech] Where am I?
[Girl] You don't know where you are?
[Tech] No, I don't
[Girl] You're in Strangeland
[Tech] Strangeland?
[Girl] Yeah, Strangeland
[Tech] Well uhh.. how did I get here?
[Girl] Well that's simple, Mr. Yates
[Tech] What, do you mean?
[Girl] You're the creator

[Verse 1]
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm pavin
the way for ragin, Techaholics, makin havens
Next to all this hate and craze and death, we call it a place of consummation
of perfection, fulfillment, the Tech runs the building
Respect one's resilience, from threats guns and illnesses
This place is realness, it feels as if it's lifted
A bit sick and twisted and real wicked, villages
And I'm the main man, that made every effort to gain fans
Through all my pain I obtain grands
Millions just cause of my brain now my lane stands
Insane rants, the name brand, call it Strangeland

[Chorus]
Gettin paid was the gameplan
But the lane transformed to untamed fans
Enhanced in the Strangeland
(Can't live up to them) Pain and insane land
(Wakin up in a) Strangeland
Where everybody know my name man
Cause my blood and veins ran through the mainland
I am in the Strangeland
(Can't live up to them) Pain and insane land
(Wakin up in a) Strangeland

[Verse 2]
A world filled with Technicians lets this one
Stress lifting, mesh kids in sets, with them Tech listenin vets
Expression is best written, less hid than flesh
Women, sex driven, that's livin, yes been impressed
by the way the Tech is blessin 'em - it shows
cause the land it steady grows, and I'm the man with fetid flows
But understand he said he knows, that he ran a deadly road
but he woke up with a family, bros, in a land of uncanny souls
And they adore him, even if they can't afford him
Be the rich, and be the poor then, really get to be before him
To get laced, on mistakes, and big brakes
Quick pace, lyrics they pick in this place

[Interlude]
He played me some stuff in uh, in L.A., off "Tha Carter IV"
He has a, he has a record on there with umm
this dude named Tech N9ne I don't know if you guys heard of him?
Oh man, he's CRAZY, he's crazy

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Am I in the Twilight Zone? Cause my mic's on
But I never thought the world would buy my songs
Cause in my land I am the highlight inside my dome
but now it's my height, they try bite, cause my life long
In this hip-hop, everybody's lip drops
When I spit the gift that quickly shifted cause I get props
It's terrific; they recognizin me on every level if you missed it
If you look you findin me on the very rebel, this is listed
'Tech N9ne, a insane man!'
His own lane had the strain and pain, and that became fans
When all the dames glance, he's doin the rain dance
Because the whole world is 'bout to be a Strangeland

[Tech is introduced on tour]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation I"

"Strangeulation I"


Strangeulation I

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 popping
But is he on top of something you can't gauge
Especially when he's topping the charts
And you see me, K. Lamar, and Macklemore sharin' the same stage
I'm the nigga all these artists look up to
Yes, the Tech has 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, what a 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 in, back and these
Cannons came in, caved in cavity, caliber, connect, cap it
Yo, there it go
Red is in my head, it grow
Headed fo'
Let em, dead it, yea the medic, said it so
Let it grow
Shred it and get no credit
So pathetic though
Dreading that it steppin' in heaven's crevice, wettin' 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
Will probably never tour cause it'll be thousands of Juggalos at a show
And I heard fatalities happen on each side
So there's never no let it go
So I get it, I keep what I'm makin' incredible
All of them scared of a nigga tho
Strangeulation, this occupations so scand'lous
We stopped the hatin', no chances
When I rock the nation so damn sick
I'm killing all these niggas
Operation Code Kansas
Strange gang playin' triggered assassins
Got a bunch of untamed, aim, trained spitters are blastin'
My insane brain sayin' give up the rappin'
And go back to the gang bang thang, nigga what's ha'ennin', soo-woo

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation II"
(feat. Stevie Stone, Murs, Brotha Lynch Hung & Godemis)

"Strangeulation II"
(feat. Stevie Stone, Murs, Brotha Lynch Hung & Godemis)



[Verse 1 - 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, kapeesh

[Verse 2 - 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 3 - 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' Strange a 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 4 - Brotha Lynch Hung:]
I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation III"
(feat. Bernz, Kutt Calhoun, Ubiquitous & Wrekonize)

"Strangeulation III"
(feat. Bernz, Kutt Calhoun, Ubiquitous & Wrekonize)



[Verse 1 - 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
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 2 - Bernz:]
Tank full of petro
Bank full of paesos
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 3 - Kutt Calhoun:]
(Black Gold!)
I purposely wrote this verse
Just to murder this
Member defecate
Disassemble the limbs
Of a nigga who try and seperate
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 doo-cee-doo 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 destened
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 to your ears bleed

[Verse 4 - Ubiquitous:]
Spit it sicker than these sicker fans
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 gentelman
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 rosy homie
Pocket full of pain
I got a lock up on my lane
And triple optic in my brain, look

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation IV"
(feat. Prozak, Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko & Rittz)

"Strangeulation IV"
(feat. Prozak, Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko & Rittz)



[Verse 1 - Rittz:]
I'm too hot to cool off
Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph
Starving in pursuit of moot law
Flossing, get your coo raw
My crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah"
I be on tour and shit, you get on stage and you get boo'd off
You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym
I stab 'em and have them inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen
So who the hottest, conversation my name get brought up in
I'm Woody Harrison, this industry is Zombieland
You wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent
All them other record labels fallen off like rotten limbs
I'm making some money, it's making my stomach cringe
I'll never forget it a couple of summers ago I was cooking and scrubbing pans
Drink 'till I get ruckus-spinned
Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the cutless tint
Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in?

[Verse 2 - Prozak:]
My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain
That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains
Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain
Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)
The biggest independent label popped a champagne
We don't need no head now, homie you can keep the change
Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein
We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains
Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back
Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adats
Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what's next?
Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check
Strange outcast step child, call me Damien
Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium
Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien

[Verse 3 - Big Scoob:]
Appetite destruction, never been no punk shit
My voices give me choices, just despite that I choose dumb shit
Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal
Spit it through this microphone and pull up at your Mami's home
Jump out on the dumb shit, speaking through this drum clip
Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill shit
Cypher without the villain, that's appealin' but it's silly though
An army without it's general, an octopi no tentacles
I'm trying to be subliminal, nothing I do is minimal
Heavy hitter, heavy words
Push a nigga, pushin' verbs
Squish my button, you push my nerves
Ten toes in the turf
Not the last or the first
Gut a nigga, stump the Earth
Grippin' metal, I ain't special
On the level, smack your temple with the barrel
Not complying, I'm a rebel
And I'm fresh up out the ghetto, puppet master I'm Geppetto
Take a minute, you'll get it
Nigga Scoob did it. (Yeah)

[Verse 4 - Krizz Kaliko:]
KALI BABY!
'Ight man Ima do this!
I'm kinda nervous
The purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here wide-eyed
Listen look at me in this position
Now I coulda just left you sitting there
But Nina told me to pick 'em apart you're a victim of art
K-R-I to the double crooked, look at him he pudgy like they
Took an ugly stick and frickin' shook at him, (OKAY)
And I don't stay gucci down to the linens
I'll let you trick off, she jerking my dick off and grinnin'
You can see him, but he just a figment
You wanna be better, get your pigment gone
Try to beat him with deliverin', I get belligerent
And that's the end of the song
And I get a little bit ahead of myself
Feel like I'm on L, and I feel like I'm better than everyone else
I guess I be rappin' ahead of my wealth
I'm the coldest thing since the ice cube
Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube (OKAY)
Yeah I said I'm the best in it, Nigga what?
Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up!
(Okay! Hahaha whatever nigga.)

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I"

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I"



Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!
Check it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye
Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then death shitted on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the Gandys with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they’re bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina
When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the Crips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging
Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II"
(feat. CES Cru & Stevie Stone)

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II"
(feat. CES Cru & Stevie Stone)



[Tech N9ne:]
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats,
and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much,
so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go

[Stevie Stone:]
Feel the hate when they come around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

[Ubiquitous:]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history

[Godemis:]
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III"
(feat. Big Scoob & JL B. Hood)

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III"
(feat. Big Scoob & JL B. Hood)



[Tech N9ne:]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go

[Big Scoob:]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still the soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Y'all ain’t wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun
Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums
Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some!

[JL of B. Hood:]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč
Bitch check into whenever you post
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!

[Tech N9ne:]
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko, Rittz & Prozak)

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko, Rittz & Prozak)



[Tech N9ne:]
So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne hand you this track
So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let's go!

[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told 'em
And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it
Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle
And people don't be equal and when they (or saying) it's fecal
Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender
Surrender it like you (had enough)
Never no-contender pretending like to (ready-to-buck)
Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck)
Ah-ha, (it goes up)
Killin nigga's like the coppers
And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(They remember you) when you stop and you pop
(Every syllable) Bow down to a nigga that's (better than you)
And he thinking he can just come and just speak at him really rude
Ah-ha, eat the nigga food
I'll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead
Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head
Lead off, I beat the beat up and go
Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf
Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off
Social media this to beat off to
Damn, they think we lost cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful
Cause it's more than bread that we wanting
Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping
And we won't stop till we get to the top
You in the way then we Midwest chop ya!

[Rittz:]
Shit, never could do right in school, I just choose to cruise by
The principal told me I’ma loser, the dude’s right
All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I’m too white
Cause I’m excused, my future never was too bright
But who would’ve knew I’d be lucky enough to get a record deal
And pursue my musical tube site not once, but two times
I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne
If they bussin' I'mma take this rappin' shit to a new height
Too tight like Drake's bike jacket, my crew like
A pack of wild wolves, bout to howl at the moonlight
You wanna come at us? God bless, gesundheit
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke
And I already give you a fuse strike, a few of mine
Kinda swole with this [?] face base lay a bullseye
And you like (ooh ah)
And I ain't quitting 'till I got a crib in Malibu sitting poolside
I'm chilling sipping Crown a coke bag
I say what I'm thinking, never been known to hold back
I'm pimpin' 'em steadily, putting hoes on Prozak
Blow got me looking like my nose is snow capped
Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at
Then those that oppose that wanna do-si-do
Per rope-a-dope and get your K-O with toe tag
At five ten you can see my 'fro from rows back
Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech
Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick
Of bending over, getting fucked for the dough I don't have
Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song
This is what you want to hear, I guess I better do a study how I execute it, therapeautic
Don't compare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!

[Prozak:]
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another realm like an angel falling from heaven
(I fell) To the Earth, the purpose of resurrection
I'm coming through your speakers like demonic possession
(And hell's bells) Don't be afraid of mythology
Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology
Ancient revelation intertwine with technology
Alien biology, you know that I gotta be (Strange!)
Damn right, and I'm proud to be
Biggest independent label, check the biography
We taking over the industry without an apology
Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me
I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every bar (bar)
So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred (scarred)
And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don't get it by now
Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down (bow down)
You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we're killing all these shows now
Started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up in line and upping every time
Takin' it to another planet and stratosphere
Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere
Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don't interfere
You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, it's class A narcotics, you pop out the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz (Midwest Chopper shit)

[Skyler Brown & Kelsee Pietz:]
Baby, you up?
Yeah, let's do it

 

[fox69]

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V"
(feat. MURS, Wrekonize & Bernz)

"Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V"
(feat. MURS, Wrekonize & Bernz)



[Tech N9ne & Murs:]
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go

[Murs:]
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it’s like it’s all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Fuck it, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my Dodger blue on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question

[Bernz:]
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children enthusers
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I’m yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious

[Wrekonize:]
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya’ll, my son’s brand new feature ‘Wrekonize The Force Awakens’
If you need a lesson, I’ll be blessing ya’ll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you’re now feeling the Strangeulation