Artist: Tech N9ne f/ CES Cru, Stevie Stone Album: Strangeulation Vol. II Song: Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Tech N9ne] 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 know the true See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds See I been dealt a hand my nigga I can (peep) peep, peepin the shifty fans my nigga They gon' (see) see me goin H.A.M, gettin bigger nigga (Talk that shit if you want to, hack my Tech N9ne, play it again) Make sure you remember me, me the oddball lick 'em When Stevie get to speakin, the plot, thickens written These niggaz is vixens, competition is really contradiction (uh-huh!) Yearnin for the realest slim pickings I love it how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga, panned out This profit sought the Stone to stand stout, on rigid and rare routes It's like procedure to hear a nigga out (uh-huh) "Strangeulation 2" and it's right now (ha!) Let's take it to another level, hot metal Black kettle bitch, high pitched, fly shit, falsetto Fireworks like the band of glory (band of glory) I think this weed got me paranoid Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggaz is bitches Jurisdiction have so many restrictions, all you niggaz is fiction No conviction, niggaz get to dissin I'll have you outta commission, bodies missin Call my +Brotha+ to +Lynch+ 'em, all you niggaz is gimmicks (uh-huh) Frail body and soul, all you niggaz pretendin Thought that we so-called family, all you niggaz can get it Turnin my volume up, had us up on that mention Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler Strange (Strange) Octane with flame will leave your bodies decayin Niggaz be playin games, my niggaz takin aim Have you in a debacle, better stay in yo' lane Guess time'll tell {*echoes*} [Ubiquitous] Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledgin allegiance to Ces, for whatever the reasons I have weathered the seasons They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em, mean I never believed 'em You son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of Heaven and Jesus Through seven degrees of, separation and still they spreadin diseases My recommendation is cheddar your cheeses, maybe you better get beez'ness Like I didn't know that I carried the load, I know ya boy is heavy I'm heavin That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean who better to lead us? Since I been with the team I been spendin them G's bitch And you better 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 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 choosin my weapons wisely, and 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 somethin fishy 2016, Strange Music makin some fuckin history [Godemis] I know they want me to put up the pen and just quit with the rappin, it won't never happen, no For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer and still in the back but I'm clappin though And a matter of fact I been actin so, out of wack and my brain is on overload I don't call anybody, ain't nobody callin 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 caterin to me with 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 you don't feel me then get on yo' 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, kill in 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 comin 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 knowin the measure at all Murderin it for pleasure, ain't fuckin with Gode', I'm sick with a medicine ball Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they hatin, we know it We all know the location, come get your face winched, "Strangeulation" reloaded {*boom*} Fuck