Tech N9ne - Strangeulation II Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Godemis:]Deevil!Prayin' that 12-12 for hellFelon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever feltGhost in a shell, was molded with other demons asif I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathenGot it, my brain is rottedI swear to God that I'm not itI'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knottedI ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenalineCame in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamonThen I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angleStop risking and quit your *****in', it ain't like I'm raping an AngelSaid I was magnifique, ya'll *****in' with it, kapeesh[Verse 2 - Stevie Stone:]Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so cleverNobody comparing 'em betterI put shit togetherAmerica's most elaborated rap pick yo head upSmall talkin' to get you wet upYeah, I'm will to kill all you niggasThe feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggasAin't even reach out they [?] rather my sillin' on niggasAnd backin' a back on back can't billy you niggasGet busy on niggasThis ain't no [?] some leekageStonie in the building the *****es pull out their cleavageThe snake and the bat you see them prominent featuresThe spiecesStrangeland we rain on your regionMeatwagon I come I be taggin' 'emBaggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of threeGot three magnums gaggin' em outYou pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em outI'm tappin' 'em out[Verse 3 - Murs:]Aww shit, they *****ed around and signed a backpackerSmart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapperI'm just a little local talent that *****ed around and made it bigUnderground bully, pickin' on all these famous kidsAnd the danger is, Now I'm doin' Strange a biz?About to make the world forget about what a major isIndependent Powerhouse, running all these cowards outMy enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em outAnd I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unlessHe thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or FleshBut maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing***** that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better thingsAnd you a *****ing liar if you say you found a better teamImpossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ringAnd all the bread it brings will be distributed and properlyI represent for hip hop not some *****ing aristocracy[Verse 4 - Brotha Lynch Hung:]I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predatorBetter than severin' the reverend with a jackknifeKevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-UpThen when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-nerI don't need no *****in' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okayI'mma make you bleed like it's your period, periodI eat period ***** so eating you ain't seriousWhat you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shitLike a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol gripNo, I created this fast rap, I'm past thatI put a gat in that asscrack and blast thatI'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'emI lose, then you can keep the breadcrumbMy nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
