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 itm 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 groove 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 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