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Tech N9ne - Strangeulation III Lyrics

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  • [Verse 1 - Wrekonize:]
  • Wrapped in XLR cables
  • Up from my whiskers, down to my *****in' kicks
  • Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
  • You suckin' dick
  • Nobody be askin' me for secrets
  • I ain't chuckin' tips
  • I'd rather be bumpin' hips
  • On that ratchet with muffin tits
  • Tore up the limits
  • From Britan visions would rock their lives
  • Inside a prison where giddy *****es don't jock the rhyme
  • Born in precision
  • Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
  • For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify
  • Bye, Bye killers
  • On a high five business
  • Gonna ride by the sickest
  • In your high ride to the hitlist
  • If we ain't spoke in ages
  • Then miss me with broken favors
  • You Miley Cyrus to majors
  • You twerkin' on swollen razors (run now)
  • Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
  • And have you plead your case to us
  • At Strangeland at sundown
  • Be careful of the biz
  • Cause everything has got a price attached
  • Wake up with a horse head in your bed
  • And next your life is snatched
  • [Verse 2 - Bernz:]
  • Tank full of petro
  • Bank full of paesos
  • Pull on my tour bus
  • Bonus on a payroll
  • Feel like I be killin' it
  • Famous on the internet
  • Really I'm just wingin' it
  • Cookin' shit on my Kitchenett
  • Life so good
  • Right now I need to celebrate
  • Bout to sell a stadium out
  • And turn it into rake
  • Look at how the industry norm
  • Has started lookin' Strange
  • All my brothers riding the storm
  • While they just ride the waves
  • Caviar wishes
  • *****es for my *****es
  • Black shades and hoodies
  • And spots and white linens
  • Feel like Sam Kinison
  • Preachin' to these citizens
  • Screamin' at the saints
  • You ain't ever gonna get rid of us
  • Guessin' that I just cleaned my plate
  • So now I'm gettin' cake
  • Speedin' down the interstate
  • Yellin' get out the *****in' way
  • We plant flags in the ground
  • Because we here to stay
  • And bring my whole hood out
  • And have my own parade
  • [Verse 3 - Kutt Calhoun:]
  • (Black Gold!)
  • I purposely wrote this verse
  • Just to murder this
  • Member defecate
  • Disassemble the limbs
  • Of a nigga who try and seperate
  • Artistry from nonfiction
  • Im sent with a conviction
  • To sentence you pons
  • Givin' the benz on my diction
  • There he goes
  • Speakin' bout how he murk a beat
  • Smellin' himself
  • Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally
  • Dance around me
  • Like I was a paraplegic
  • In a doo-cee-doo competition
  • Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
  • Yadda Yadda
  • A whole lotta yappin'
  • About my rappin'
  • When I'm the captain
  • Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams
  • Im the comparison of Pac's face
  • Staring in your face
  • Mock razor blades cut
  • Leave you crispy clean
  • Don't ask Tech
  • Ask me if it's questions
  • Guarantee that he tell you
  • That I'm the best
  • And Im destened
  • To find a snake and a bat
  • Helpin' Kansas City's progression
  • Hopin' I hurt the feelings
  • Of whoever second guessed it
  • Cause everybody talkin'
  • Imma make you niggas hear me
  • Mind control flow
  • Now listen to your ears bleed
  • [Verse 4 - Ubiquitous:]
  • Spit it sicker than these sicker fans
  • Keep your dick up in your pants
  • You were blunted on the block
  • Me, I had some different plans
  • I'm trying to get to France
  • Sniffing grams
  • Hit a branch
  • Independent Powerhouse
  • Vibin' out with the fam
  • Waking up in different cities
  • Every night hittin' grants
  • Stay prepared for this
  • I'm bearing witness to this sinner man
  • Stripper dance with cinnamon
  • Clubbin' with my gentelman
  • Drink away the nights events
  • Nothing worth remembering
  • Squad will run up in this *****
  • Mobbin' like some immigrants
  • Jack you for your paper stack
  • Rob you of your innocence
  • Taping of the scene of crimes
  • Swabbing for my fingerprints
  • Thought about my life
  • You thought the same
  • And couldn't think of shit (Ha!)
  • This type of fire dont extinguish
  • Now write about some bigger shit
  • You're striking out
  • Swing and miss
  • Ring around the rosy homie
  • Pocket full of pain
  • I got a lock up on my lane
  • And triple optic in my brain, look

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