Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I

Smoking weed, true indeed

Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!

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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west

I be the killa with a Tec and I'ma villain with a vest

I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way

So I can say what I wanna say

Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye

Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged

And check niggas on they grudges then death

Shitted on they buzzes

That was just the intros for the family with sin souls

But the Gandys with the fem flows

Can't stand me like ten toes

I rock it, making my female friends freaking faucets

Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless

Not supposed to press partners, stop it

Can't compete compare crotches, cockless

Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!

Never will the bosses take losses

Study cautiousness off this shit!

Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches

Raggin' like a stabbin' happened

When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit

Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted

Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted

So a frown scary when the clown buries

A nigga down to the ground, but the crown carrier

Get the hound up the mound and the round marry

Comin' together and that's how we breaking the sound barrier

I'm three-dimensional, we invincible

You saying I'm over, you never see the principle

My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!

Bastards! (Hurl bars)

Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash and jack it

(World star)

How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?

Asses, faggots, too many back splashes

Then the wack black chap hatchets

Cause you not that rap classes

They making a mockery of my painted face

But me, I resemble our ancestors

And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace

Still not realizing this man blessed ya

I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates

Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes

Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great

Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake

Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts

How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina

When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf

Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts

At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts

Ain't packed shit yet, this how your tank rap hits best

Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks

Thought of gore and the flow, and I'm born to go

Got your horn and dough, taking your chick

Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row

My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and soo-woos

Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging, Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths

So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah

This team is a mixture of a few groups

This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else

If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops