Strangeulation Vol. Ii (cypher I) Lyrics - Strangeulation, Vol. 2 - Tech N9ne

Smoking weed 

True indeed 

Sick emcees 

presented by 

Tech aneez 

Check it out 

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun 

up in the middle of the west 

I be the killa with the Tec 

And I'm a villian 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 singing like the father of Nona Gaye 

Lets get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged and check niggas on 

the 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 

making my female fans freaking faucets 

Putting me against Hop is thoughtless 

not supposed to press partners stop it 

Can't compete compare crotches 

cockless 

Taking Tech is too toxic toss it 

Never will the boses take losses 

Study cautiosness off this shit 

Case some fans are antagonistic naggin bitches 

Ragging like a stabbin happened 

When I'm having hits 

get vast than sick shit 

Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted 

Keep it jabbing 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 breaking the sound barrier 

I'm three dimensional we invincible 

You saying I'm over you never see the principle 

My seed is meant to grow rapid 

I'm the classical rap shit on acid 

Bastards (Hurl bars) 

Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it 

jack it (World star) 

How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses? 

Asses faggots too many black splashes 

The a wack black chat hatches cause you 

napped at rap classes 

They making a mockery of my painted face 

But me I resemble our ancestors 

And these niggas talking stuck a fainted pace 

Still not realising this man blessed ya 

I am so clever my friends adore me they 

banging Yates 

Your rhyme is no measure to him 

you bore me 

gay flaming fakes 

Find him more cheddar my ends for me stay gaining great 

Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake 

Pure art 

I'm the shit and nigga you're farts 

How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina 

When your flows softer than a Velour scarf 

Blowing this track into pieces 

I'm leaving you fewer parts 

At this moment I am laying 

as dead as before my 

2 point 0 tour starts 

Ain't packed shit yet 

this is how your taint rap hits best 

Tecca Nina ain't plastic 

my banks drastic 

you cant match his checks 

lot of gore in the flow 

and im born to go 

Got your horn and dough 

taking 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, metalheads, hip hop heads, 

the rips and soo-woos 

Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging, chummy loving 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 loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops 

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