Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher IV - Tech N9ne

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