Ft. Stevie Stone & CES Cru

(Intro: 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 wit 
On these beats that I love so much
So I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go

(Verse: Stevie Stone)
Feel the hate when they come around, to the bull that set a doubt
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always out of bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep, peepin' the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me goin' H.A.M, gettin' bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit if ya want to hack my Tech N9ne plead again)
Make sure ya remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speakin', the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learnin' from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how ya 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 ya niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All ya niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have ya outta commission
Bodies missin', call my brother to lynch 'em
All ya niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All ya niggas pretendin', thought that we so-called family
All ya niggas can get it, turnin' my volume up, had us upon that midget
Let me hear ya say names, let me hear ya holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave yo bodies decayin'
Niggas be playin' games, my niggas take yo name
Have ya in a debacle, betta stay in yo lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

(Verse 2: Ubiquitous)
Right hand ova my heart of hearts I'm pledgin' allegiance
To Ces, for whateva the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I neva believed 'em, ya son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still
And spreadin' diseases, my recommendation is cheddar yo cheeses
Maybe ya betta get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know yo boy is heavy and heavin'
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who betta to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinnin' them G's
Bitch, yeah, ya betta believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm stayin' ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll neva 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 choosin' my weapons wisely, we neva 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 somethin' fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, makin' some fuckin' history

(Verse 3: Godemis)
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit wit the rappin', it won't neva happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'ma kill it and still in the back but I'm clappin' though
In a matter of fact I been actin', so, out of wack and my brain is on ovaload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody callin' me, maybe I don't need a phone no more
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him till I’m a goner
And haters are caterin' to me wit wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just makin' me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer, if ya don't feel me then get on yo grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when ya try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killin' any season, in fact I am betta without one
Ya don't know anythin' about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm comin' out from
And I wouldn't consider ya equal like other people, where the fuck is yo album?
Shit to ya is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowin' to measure at all
Murderin' it for pleasure, ain't fuckin' wit Godi, I'm sick wit a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a lil bit cuz they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get yo face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)