Tech N9ne - Strangeulation Vol.II Cypher II lyrics

rate me

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)