Tech N9ne - Strangeulation Vol.II Cypher I lyrics

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(Intro)

Smokin' weed, true indeed

Sick MCs presented by Tecca Neez!

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(Verse)

Ain't nobody bustin' like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west

I be the killer with a Tec and I'ma 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 ova the track singin' 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, makin' my female friends freaking faucets

Puttin' me up against Hop is thoughtless

Not supposed to press partners, stop it

Can't compete compare crotches, cockless

Takin' Tech is too toxic, toss it!

Neva will the bosses take losses

Study cautiousness off this shit!

Cos' some fans are antagonistic, nagging bitches

Ragging like a stabbing happened

When I'm having hits, get vast than sick shit

Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted

Keep it jabbin' fisted, Trav insisted

So a frown scary when the clown buries

A nigga down to the ground, but the crown carrier

Get the hound up the mound and the round marry

Coming together and that's how we breakin' the sound barrier

I'm three-dimensional, we invincible

Ya sayin' I'm ova, ya neva see the principle

My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!

Bastards! (Hurl bars)

Neva will niggas be able to gimme the trash and jack it

(World star)

How in the fuck am I rippin' and reachin' the masses?

Asses, faggots, too many back splashes

Then the wack black chap hatchets

Cos' ya not that rap classes

They makin' a mockery of my painted face

But me, I resemble our ancestors

And these niggas talkin' stuck at a fainted pace

Still not realizin' this man blessed ya

I am so clever, my friends adore me they bangin' Yates

Yo rhyme is no measure to him, ya bore me, gay flamin' fakes

Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gainin' great

Cos' I am foreva 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 yo flow's softer than a Velour scarf

Blowin' this track into pieces, I'm leavin' ya fewer parts

At this moment I am layin' as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts

Ain't packed shit yet, this how yo tank rap hits best

Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, ya can't match his checks

Thought of gore and the flow, and I'm born to go

Got yo horn and dough, takin' yo chick

Cos' 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 rips and soo-woos

Yo religion is tainted by money grubbin', funny huggin', Chummy luvin' 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 ya luvin' this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops