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[Intro]
Hmm…Tech N9ne!
Smashes, the masses, but the industry’s hatin’ asses
[Verse 1]
Strange days, when your favorite rapper’s poppin’
But „Is he on top?” is something you can’t gauge
Especially when he’s toppin’ the charts
And you see me, K. Lamar, and Macklemore sharing the same stage
I’m the nigga all these artists look up to
Yet for Tech, it’s been the hardest to bust through
But I keep my fans fiendin’ like clucks do
You don’t like how we live it, well…
I dominate your conglomerate, wanna beating? I can accommodate
It’ll be a non-debate, coming up against Aaron the Great
So many got arms, legs and necks tatted, Strange
Cause music, show, conceptually, I’m the best at it
Let’s have it for all of these Tech addicts
Any disrespect to family will get your chest gatted
Aimin’ at ’em and its agony
Burner blew his brain in back and these
Cannons came and caved in cavity, caliber connect, cap it
Yo, there it go, red is in my head, it grow
Headed fo’, lead and deaded, yeah, the medic said it so
Let it grow, shred it and get no credits, so pathetic though
Dread embedded steppin’ in heaven’s crevice, wet and edible
Give her the shivers when I deliver this
Hit her then quit her cause she’s on Twitter shit
And when she compare me to Eminem, I said „I’m different”
She said „How?”, I said „I’m black and I can say 'nigger’, bitch!”
To him, I may be just another bro with a flow
Who’ll probably never tour cause it’ll be thousands of Juggalos at a show
And I heard fatalities happen on each side, so that’s never no let it go
So I get it, I keep what I’m makin’ incredible, all of them scared of a negro
Strangeulation, this occupation so scandalous
We stop the hatin’, no chances
When I rock the nation, so Danzig
I’m killing all these niggas, Operation Code Kansas
Strange gang plain triggered assassins
Got a bunch of untamed aimed trained spitters a’ blastin’
My insane brain sayin’ „Give up the rappin’
And go back to the gang bang thang”, nigga, what’s happenin’? Soo-woo
[Verse 2: Godemis]
Deevil!
Prayin’ at 12:12 for hell, felon to sell
And slept on a bed of nails, like nothing I’ve ever felt
Ghost in a shell was molded with other demons
As if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen
Got it, my brain is rotted, I swear to God that I’m not it
I’m set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
I ain’t highest of high then the hydra have used adrenaline
Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
Then I’m in, enemy of the state, I’m straight at an angle
Stop risking and quit your bitchin’, it ain’t like I’m raping a angel
Said I was magnifique, ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with it, capiche?
Not as safe as you would’ve thought with the devil under your feet
They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
Ain’t nothing to it but to do it, I’m a mummy rappin’
So get to clappin’ or dissin’ the clan you hatin’
Listen, the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]
Stevie Stone, I’m on it, I’m so clever
Nobody comparing, I’m better, I put shit together
America’s most elaborate rap, pick ya head up, huh
Small talkin’ll get you wet up, huh, yeah
I’m ready to kill all you niggas
The feelin’, adrenaline that’ll spillin’ a mill
And yeah, I mill’ all you niggas
Ain’t even reach out they climax, rather my celing on niggas
And backin’ a back, I’ll backhand Billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas, this ain’t no random some leakage
Stonie in the building, the bitches pull out their cleavage
The snake and the bat, you see them prominent features
The species, Strangeland, we rain on your region, huh
Meat wagon, I come, I be taggin’ ’em
Baggin’ ’em, bring ’em clusters of three, got three magnums
Gaggin’ em out, you pussies is still talkin’
I’m draggin’ ’em out, I’m tappin’ ’em out
[Verse 4: Murs]
Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he’s not a bad rapper
I’m just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Underground bully, pickin’ on all these famous kids
And the danger is, now I’m doin’ stranger biz
About to make the world forget about what a major is
Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin’ I would shout ’em out
And I don’t want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
But maybe I’m just hatin’ cause my black ass could never sing
And fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
[Verse 5: Wrekonize]
Wrapped in XLR cables
Up from my whiskers, down to my fuckin’ 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 Britain visions would rock their lives
Inside a prison where giddy bitches don’t jock the rhyme
Born in precision and 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)
Don’t make me come to dinner, nail your tongue down
And have you plead your case to us in 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 6: Bernz]
Tank full of petro, bank full of pesos
Pool 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 kitchenette
Life so good right now, I need to celebrate!
Bout to sell a stadium out and turn it into rave!
Look at how the industry norm has started lookin’ Strange
All my brothers riding the storm while they just ride the wave
Caviar wishes, bitches for my bitches
Black shades and hoodies and spots and white linens
Feel like Sam Kinison, preachin’ to the citizens
Screamin’ at the saints, „You ain’t ever gonna get rid of us!”
Guessin’ I just cleaned my plate so now I’m gettin’ cake
Speedin’ down the interstate, yellin’ „Get out the fuckin’ way”
We plant flags in the ground because we here to stand
I bring my whole hood out and have my own parade
[Verse 7: Kutt Calhoun]
(Black Gold!)
I purposely wrote this verse just to murder, dismember, defecate
Disassemble the limbs of a nigga who try and separate
Artistry from nonfiction, I’m sent with a conviction
To sentence you pawns givin’ opinions on my addiction
„There he goes, speakin’ bout how he merk a beat”
„Smellin’ himself, why else would he flaunt about it so verbally?”
Dance around me like I was a paraplegic
In a do-si-do 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
I’m the comparison of Pac face staring in your face
Mock razor blades, Kutt 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 I’m destined
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’, I’mma make you niggas hear me
Mind control flow, now, listen till your ears bleed
[Verse 8: Ubiquitous]
Spit it sicker than these sycophants, 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, wit’ the fam
Waking up in different cities every night, hittin’ grants
Stay prepared for this, I’m bearing witness to the sin of man
Stripper dance with cinnamon, clubbin’ with my gentlemen
Drink away the night’s events, nothing worth remembering
Squad’ll run up in this bitch, mobbin’ like some immigrants
Jack you for your paper stack, rob you of your innocence
Taping off 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 don’t extinguish
Now write about some bigger shit, you striking out, swing and miss
Ring around the Rosie, homie, pocket full of pain
Keep a lock up on my lane and triple optic in my brain, look
[Verse 9: Prozak]
My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain
That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains
Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can’t contain
Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)
The biggest independent label, pop the champagne
We don’t need no head now, homie you can keep the change
Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein
We the truth like Nostradamus’ prophecy quatrains
Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back
Since the days of 8 tracks and 808’s and adaps
Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what’s next?
Starving artist ’til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check
Strange outcast step child, call me Damien
Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium
Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien
[Verse 10: Krizz Kaliko]
Kali Baby! 'Ight man, I’mma do this! I’m kinda nervous
The purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here
Wide-eyed, listen, look at me in this position
Now, I coulda just left you sitting there
But Nina told me to pick ’em apart, you’re a victim of art
K-R-I to the double crooked, look at him
He pudgy like they took a ugly stick and frickin’ shook at him
And I don’t stay Gucci down to the linens
I’ll let you trick off, she jerking my dick off and grinnin’
You can see him, but he just a figment
You wanna be him, better get your pigment gone
Try to beat him with deliverin’
I get belligerent and that’s the end of the song
And I get a little bit ahead of myself, feel like I’mma melt
And I feel like I’m better than everyone else
I guess I be rappin’ ahead of my wealth
I’m the coldest thing since the ice cube
Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube
Yeah, I said I’m the best in a minute, nigga what?!
Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up!
Okay! Hahahaha! Whatever, nigga…
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