Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher V, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 08.12.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher V |
| 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 it, 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 blue 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 |
| 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 enthusers |
| 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 |
| 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 |