Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher IV , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 08.12.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher IV |
| So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne hand you this track |
| So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let’s go! |
| (Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!) |
| Kali baby, I guess I’m back at it again |
| Lemme laugh at 'em again |
| 'Cause they know I write the back out of a pen |
| Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told 'em |
| And poda-be motor yodeling sick and ain’t gettin over it Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, watch 'em clown, clown |
| Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down, give 'em the crown |
| Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle |
| And people don’t be equal and when they saying: it’s fecal |
| Betta give it up, put 'em in the blender |
| Surrender it like you had enough |
| Never no-contender pretending like you ready-to-buck |
| Ninja turtle talkin' to a splinter, I don’t give a fuck |
| Ah-ha, it goes up Killin niggas like they coppers |
| And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber |
| Come to chopping I’m the home of the whopper |
| Your girly bopping I don’t think I can stop her |
| So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber |
| They remember you when you stop and you pop |
| Every syllable, bow down to a nigga that’s bigger than you |
| And he thinking he can come and speak at him really rude |
| Ah-ha, eat the nigga food |
| I’ll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead |
| Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head |
| Lead off, I beat the beat up and go Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf |
| Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off |
| Social media this to beat off to Damn, they think we lost 'cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful |
| 'Cause it’s more than bread that we wanting |
| Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping |
| And we won’t stop 'till we get to the top |
| You in the way then we Midwest chop ya! |
| Shit, never could do right in school, I just choose to cruise by The principal told me I’m a loser, the dude’s right |
| All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I’m too white |
| Causing disputes, my future was never too bright |
| But who would’ve knew I’d be lucky enough to get a record deal |
| And pursue my music? |
| I’m too psyched, not once, but two times |
| I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne |
| If they bussin' I’mma take this rappin' shit to a new height |
| Too tight like Drake’s bike jacket, my crew like |
| A pack of wild wolves, 'bout to howl at the moonlight |
| You wanna come at us? |
| God bless, Gesundheit |
| You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke |
| And I already give you a fuse strike, a few of mine |
| Kinda swole with this now your face is basically a bullseye |
| And you like ooh-ah! |
| And I ain’t quitting 'til I got a crib in Malibu, sitting poolside |
| I’m chilling, sipping Crown a coke bag |
| I say what I’m thinking, never been known to hold back |
| I’m pimpin' 'em steadily, putting hoes on Prozac |
| Blow got me looking like my nose is snow-capped |
| Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at Then those that oppose that wanna do-si-do |
| Per rope-a-dope will get you K.O.ed or toe tagged |
| At 5'10″ you can see my 'fro from rows back |
| Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech |
| Hate the term 'no homo' but I’m sick |
| Of bending over, getting fucked for the dough I don’t have |
| Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song |
| This is what you want to hear, I guess I better do a study how I execute it, |
| therapeautic |
| Don’t compare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom |
| And yo, ya-uh-yeah! |
| Thinkin' about takin' it to another level |
| I’m from another realm like an angel falling from heaven |
| I fell to the Earth, the purpose of resurrection |
| I’m coming through your speakers like demonic possession |
| And hell’s bells, don’t be afraid of mythology |
| Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology |
| Ancient revelation intertwine with technology |
| Alien biology, you know that I gotta be Strange! |
| Damn right, and I’m proud to be Biggest independent label, check the biography |
| We taking over the industry without an apology |
| Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me |
| I’m sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every |
| bar (bar) |
| So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred (scarred) |
| And I don’t really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don’t get it by now |
| Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down |
| (bow down) |
| You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we’re killing all these |
| shows now |
| It started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up and lining up in every town |
| Takin' it to another planet and stratosphere |
| Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere |
| Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don’t interfere |
| You don’t really wanna be the one we make disappear |
| And this flow is hypnotic, it’s class A narcotics, you pop out the bottle |
| Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit |
| Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz, Midwest Chopper shit |
| Baby, you up? |
| Yeah, let’s do it |