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[Intro: Tech N9ne] Hmm… Tech N9ne! Smashes, the masses But the industry's hatin' asses [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 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 livin', 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 it's agony Burner blew his brain and 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 just be another bro with a flow We'll probably never tour 'cause it'll be thousands of Juggalos at his 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 high as the fire and I have unused 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 an Angel Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche? Now the safest you woulda thought with a 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're 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 'em better I put shit together America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up Small talkin' to get you wet up Yeah I'm will to kill all you niggas The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas Get busy on niggas This ain't no random some leekage 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 Meatwagon 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's thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing 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 Britan visions would rock their lives Inside a prison where giddy bitches don't jock the rhyme Born in precision on 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 teenagers 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 At 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 petrol 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 Kitchenett 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 waves Caviar wishes Bitches for my bitches Black shades and hoodies And spots and white linens Feel like Sam Kinison Preachin' to these citizens Screamin' at the saints You ain't ever gonna get rid of us Guessin' that 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 stay And 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 Im sent with a conviction To sentence you pons Givin' the benz on my diction There he goes Speakin' bout how he murk 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 Im the comparison of Pac's face Staring in your face Mock razor blades cut 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 Im 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' Imma make you niggas hear me Mind control flow Now: listen till your ears bleed [Verse 8: UBI] 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 with the fans Waking up in different cities Every night Getting grands Stay prepared for this I'm bearing witness to this sinner man Stripper dance with cinnamon Clubbin' with my gentlemen Drink away the nights events Nothing worth remembering Squad will run up in this bitch Mobbin' like some immigrants Jack you for your paper stack Rob you of your innocence Taping of 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 dont extinguish Now write about some bigger shit You're 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 adats 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 Ima 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 an ugly stick and frickin' shook at him, (OKAY) 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'ma 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 (OKAY) Yeah I said I'm the best and I meant it, Nigga what? Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up! (Okay! Hahaha whatever nigga.)