Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II (feat. Ces Cru, Stevie Stone)

作曲：Tech N9ne Collabos

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 with on these beats that I love so much

So I wanna call stevie stone and ces cru to murder, let's go

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 outta bounds

See I been dealt a hand, my **, I can peep

Peeping the shifty fans, my **

They gon' (see) see me going h.a.m, getting bigger, **

(talk that ** if you want to hack my tech n9ne plead again)

Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor

When stevie get to speaking, the plot

Thickens with and these **s is vixens

Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)

Learning from the realest slim pickings

I love it, how you doubt a **, hound a **

Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout

On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a ** out

Strangeulation two and it's right now

Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, **

High pitched, fly **, five settle, five words like the bandit lord

I think this ** got me paranoid

Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you **s is **es

Jurisdiction have so many restrictions

All you **s is fiction, no conviction

**s get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission

Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em

All you **s is gimmicks, frail body and soul

All you **s pretending, thought that we so-called family

All you **s can get it, turning my volume up

Had us upon that midget

Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange

I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying

**s be playing games, my **s take your name

Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane

Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance

To ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons

They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em

I never believed 'em, you son of a **, son of a preacher, word of

Heaven and jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still

And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses

Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load

I know your boy is heavy and heaving

That's word to strange and tech the n9ne, I mean, who better to lead us

Since I been with that team I been spinning them g's

**, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now

I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the ** 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 choosing my weapons wisely, we 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 something fishy

Twenty sixteen, strange music, making some **ing history

I know they want me to put up the pen

And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no

For the minutes that I been in it

I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though

In a matter of fact I been acting, so

Out of wack and my brain is on overload

I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling 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 till i'm a goner

And haters are catering to me with

Wishes that I wouldn't win any longer

Idiot, you're just making 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 your 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, killing 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 coming out from

And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people

Where the ** is your album?

** to you is a hobby and obviously y'all

Ain't knowing to measure at all

Murdering it for pleasure, ain't **ing with godi

I'm sick with a medicine ball

Couldn't give 'em a **, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it

We all know the location, come get your face winched

Strangeulation reloaded! (fuck)