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

Mursday, kill 'em 

Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, 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 itm 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 groove on 

They ask what squad are you on 

Strange gang nigga, 'till 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 

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Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question 

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 

Ruling 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 fucking computers 

Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters 

I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children [?] 

Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience 

And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station 

I'm yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs 

I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious 

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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 bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile 

We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking 

Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge 

So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance 

Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens 

Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast 

Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh 

And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card 

On ya'll 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 

Ya'll, my son's brand new feature 'Wrekonize The Force Awakens' 

If you need a lesson, I'll be blessing ya'll for the duration 

¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you're now feeling the Strangeulation