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Artist: Tech N9ne
Album:  Strangeulation Vol. II
Song:   Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Smokin weed! True indeed!
Sick MC's, presented by, Tecca Neez!
Check it out

[Tech N9ne]
Ain't nobody bustin like a nigga with a gun up in the middle of the West
I be the killa with a +Tech+ 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 singin like the father of Nona Gaye
+Let's Get It On+, they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggaz 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 fans freakin 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!
Never will the bosses take losses, steady cautiousness
Off this shit, cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin bitches
raggin like a stabbin happened when I'm havin hits, get massed in sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbin 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 breakin the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible, you sayin I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I am the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Never will niggaz be able to gimme the trash it, jack it (WorldStar)
How in the fuck am I rippin and reachin the masses? Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They makin a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggaz talkin stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizin this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me, they bangin Yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flamin fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gainin great
Cause I am +Forever+ like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga you're farts
How you gonna challenge the Tecca Nina when your flow is softer than a velour scarf?
Blowin this track into pieces, I'm leavin you fewer parts
At this moment I am layin 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 cain't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I'm born to go, got your whore in the do'
Takin 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
Metal heads, hip-hop heads, the 'rips and Soo-Woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbin, funny huggin
Chummy lovin 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're lovin this Tech N9ne give me three "awhoos" and two "whoops"

[Outro]
AWHOO! AWHOO! AWHOO! WHOOP WHOOP! {*repeat to fade*}