Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Bernz, Murs, Wrekonize
Album:  Strangeulation Vol. II
Song:   Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Mursday, kill 'em!

[Murs]
Yeah, Technicians, Mursenaries, Believers, Strangers
Let's go!

Provadil{?}, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on Sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it's like it's all of ours
Said I need my own parade - fuck it, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I, kill for the love
I'm, murderin this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my Dodger blue on, they ask "What squad are you on?"
Strange gang nigga 'til I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab 'em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
outta nowhere, I'm on my Viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's Pit
Cause we about to teach the industry a Strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question

[Bernz]
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck, I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Rulin over the rulers with nothin less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly and these bitches just ain't from the +Future+
Their music is tired, rewire your fuckin computers
Got fuel to the fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor givin lessons to children enthusers
I'm "Strangeulation" bitch, don't let me start losin my patience
And burn 'em down if it ain't Strange in your radio station
I'm yellin "¡MAYDAY!" in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck man, I lost my mind and that shit's contagious

[Wrekonize]
Uh-huh, from beneath the stars Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringin hitters to Strange, figures the road is fragile
We got some Jack in the bag and we stackin the fact that you can't get it crackin
Don't need a half a mil' to battle, takin anybody's challenge
So if you want it then +Hop+ on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange'll have you feelin 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass~! My cypher's known to cut ya quick fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leavin on ya, makin all the kids laugh
And I been droppin bars like all-stars, check the car card
On y'all to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Y'all, my son's brand new feature "Wrekonize: The Force Awakens"
If you need a lesson I'll be blessin y'all for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you're now feelin the "Strangeulation"