Strangeulation Vol. Ii Cypher Ii Lyrics - Strangeulation, Vol. 2 - Tech N9ne

Smokin' weed, true indeed 

Sick MCs presented by Tecca Neez! 

Check it out 

Ain't nobody bustin' like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west 

I be the killer with a Tec and I'ma villain 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 ova the track singin' like the father of Nona Gaye 

Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged 

And check niggas on they 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, makin' my female friends freaking faucets 

Puttin' me up against Hop is thoughtless 

Not supposed to press partners, stop it 

Can't compete compare crotches, cockless 

Takin' Tech is too toxic, toss it! 

Neva will the bosses take losses 

Study cautiousness off this shit! 

Cos' some fans are antagonistic, nagging bitches 

Ragging like a stabbing happened 

When I'm having hits, get vast than sick shit 

Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted 

Keep it jabbin' fisted, Trav insisted 

So a frown scary when the clown buries 

A nigga down to the ground, but the crown carrier 

Get the hound up the mound and the round marry 

Coming together and that's how we breakin' the sound barrier 

I'm three-dimensional, we invincible 

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Ya sayin' I'm ova, ya neva see the principle 

My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid! 

Bastards! (Hurl bars) 

Neva will niggas be able to gimme the trash and jack it 

(World star) 

How in the fuck am I rippin' and reachin' the masses? 

Asses, faggots, too many back splashes 

Then the wack black chap hatchets 

Cos' ya not that rap classes 

They makin' a mockery of my painted face 

But me, I resemble our ancestors 

And these niggas talkin' stuck at a fainted pace 

Still not realizin' this man blessed ya 

I am so clever, my friends adore me they bangin' Yates 

Yo rhyme is no measure to him, ya bore me, gay flamin' fakes 

Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gainin' great 

Cos' I am foreva like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake 

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Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts 

How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina 

When yo flow's softer than a Velour scarf 

Blowin' this track into pieces, I'm leavin' ya fewer parts 

At this moment I am layin' as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts 

Ain't packed shit yet, this how yo tank rap hits best 

Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, ya can't match his checks 

Thought of gore and the flow, and I'm born to go 

Got yo horn and dough, takin' yo chick 

Cos' 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 

Yo religion is tainted by money grubbin', funny huggin', Chummy luvin' 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 ya luvin' this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops