Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Big Scoob, JL B.Hood
Album:  Strangeulation Vol. II
Song:   Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my Technicians
Cause this one has been a long time comin
So I call on my big homie Big Scoob
And my lil' homie, JL, of B.Hood
Let's go

{*repeat 2X*}
"We whip it whip it, we whip it whip it, we whip it whip real good"

[Big Scoob]
Yeah, ha, Big Fella

Back pushin that trap shit to yo' tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin on passed whips, looky here, these facts bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella, y'all know me mayne, Show Me homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older, got a little colder, I'm still a soldier, I'm blowin flames
Time to get it, what's happenin Blood? This don't get it, I'm actin up
Y'all ain't wit it then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin with it, bickin back and havin fun
Bullshit I'm havin none, pussy niggaz best hold they tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit, get to clappin clips and I'm bangin drums
Ignorant with this ig'nant shit and my only wish is you come get some

[JL B.Hood]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with your mouth
about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun
Finicky front, wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore/boar, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you supposed to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "Fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the +Bull+ with a 7, no Toni Kukoč
Bitch check in though whenever you post
They come out the woodworks know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin, know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass, let me get 'em
Up in art class was the only time he drew a weapon
Up the bar +Blurred Lines+, I'm a +Urban Legend+
No T.I., TMI but I'm fuckin with protection
+Paperwork+ in red like I'm makin a correction
Select what I said, hope you makin the connection
We come at a nigga head, it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high, said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe, I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I'ma ride why I tell 'em B.Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in yo' hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, dope? Nope, I'm good
Step like I should!

[Chorus 2X: Tech N9ne]
I steps like a real should
Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
Ayy, we makin yo' bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good