Strangeulation III (feat. Bernz, Kutt Calhoun, Ubiquitous & Wrekonize) - Tech N9ne.mp3

[00:00.00]Strangeulation III
[00:07.32](Verse 1: Wrekonize)
[00:09.85]Wrapped in XLR cables
[00:11.31]Up from my whiskers, down to my ****ing kick
[00:13.29]Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos, you suckin' d**k
[00:15.96]Nobody be askin' me for secrets, I ain't chuckin' tips
[00:18.60]I'd rather be bumpin' hips on that ratchet with muffin shit
[00:21.28]Tore up the limits from Britain visions would rock their lives
[00:23.91]Inside a prison where giddy mother****ers don't jock the rhym
[00:26.63]Born in precision and rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
[00:29.27]For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify
[00:31.96]Bye, Bye killers, on a high five business
[00:34.22]Gonna ride by the sickest in your high ride to the hitlist
[00:37.03]If we ain't spoke in ages then miss me with broken favors
[00:39.46]You Miley Cyrus to majors, you twerkin' on swollen razors (run now)
[00:42.96]Don't make me come to dinner, nail your tongue down
[00:44.88]And have you plead your case to us in Strangeland at sundown
[00:47.65]Be careful of the biz cause everything has got a price attached
[00:50.42]Wake up with a horse head in your bed and next your life is snatched
[00:53.26](Verse 2: Bernz)
[00:54.58]Tank full of petrol, bank full of pesos
[00:57.19]Pool on my tour bus, bonus on a payroll
[00:59.88]Feel like I be killin' it, famous on the internet
[01:02.51]Really I'm just wingin' it, cookin' shit on my kitchenette
[01:05.25]Life so good right now, I need to celebrate!
[01:07.85]Bout to sell a stadium out and turn it into rave!
[01:10.49]Look at how the industry norm has started lookin' Strange
[01:13.12]All my brothers riding the storm while they just ride the wave
[01:15.81]Caviar wishes, b*****s for my b*****s
[01:18.43]Black shades and hoodies and spots and white linens
[01:21.11]Feel like Sam Kinison, preachin' to the citizens
[01:23.74]Screamin' at the saints, "You ain't ever gonna get rid of us!"
[01:26.43]Guessin' I just cleaned my plate so now I'm gettin' cake
[01:29.06]Speedin' down the interstate, yellin' "Get out the ****ing way
[01:31.89]We plant flags in the ground because we here to stand
[01:34.32]I bring my whole hood out and have my own parade
[01:37.25](Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun) (Black Gold!)
[01:38.19]I purposely wrote this verse just to murder, dismember, defecate
[01:41.06]Disassemble the limbs of a nigga who try and separat
[01:43.70]Artistry from nonfiction, I'm sent with a conviction
[01:46.34]To sentence you pawns givin' opinions on my addiction
[01:49.52]"There he goes, speakin' bout how he merk a beat"
[01:51.60]"Smellin' himself, why else would he flaunt about it so verbally?"
[01:54.28]Dance around me like I was a paraplegic
[01:56.41]In a do-si-do competition, lookin' pissed like I never heard of feet
[02:00.09]"Yadda, yadda", a whole lotta yappin' about my rappin'
[02:02.58]When I'm the captain of crunchin' you niggas' milky dream
[02:05.54]I'm the comparison of Pac face staring in your face
[02:08.30]Mock razor blades, Kutt leave you crispy clean
[02:10.84]Don't ask Tech, ask me if it's questions
[02:13.06]Guarantee that he tell you that I'm the best and I'm destined
[02:15.69]To find a snake and a bat, helpin' Kansas City's progression
[02:18.28]Hopin' I hurt the feelings of whoever second guessed it cause
[02:21.16]Everybody talkin', I'mma make you niggas hear m
[02:23.83]Mind control flow, now, listen till your ears bleed
[02:26.93](Verse 4: Ubiquitous)
[02:27.52]Spit it sicker than these sycophants, keep your d**k up in your pants
[02:30.57]You were blunted on the block, me, I had some different plans
[02:33.42]I'm trying to get to France, sniffing grams, hit a branch
[02:35.89]Independent Powerhouse, vibin' out, wit' the fam
[02:38.50]Waking up in different cities every night, hittin' grants
[02:41.25]Stay prepared for this, I'm bearing witness to the sin of man
[02:43.87]Stripper dance with cinnamon, clubbin' with my gentlemen
[02:46.49]Drink away the night's events, nothing worth remembering
[02:49.17]Squad'll run up in this b***h, mobbin' like some immigrants
[02:51.82]Jack you for your paper stack, rob you of your innocence
[02:54.45]Taping off the scene of crimes, swabbing for my fingerprints
[02:57.13]Thought about my life, you thought the same and couldn't think of shit
[03:00.29]Ha! This type of fire don't extinguish
[03:02.57]Now write about some bigger shit , you striking out, swing and miss
[03:05.39]Ring around the Rosie, homie, pocket full of pain
[03:07.51]Keep a lock up on my lane and triple optic in my brain, look
[03:10.59]
[03:10.65](Ringing)
[03:14.34]Ubiquitous: "Yeah, what up?"
[03:15.00]N9ne: "Ubi?"
[03:15.61]Ubiquitous: "What's going on man?"
[03:16.46]N9ne: "Hold on...Travis is calling me, hold up."
[03:20.15]N9ne: "What up, Trav?"
[03:21.31]Travis: "What up man, I'm outside right now."
[03:22.93]N9ne: "Okay, here I come."
[03:24.40]Travis: "Alright."
[03:25.00]N9ne: "Peace. Ubi! You got the b*****s number from...So and so?"
[03:29.10]Ubi: "From what? What, which b***h?"
[03:30.72]N9ne: "That redheaded b***h from...dadadadada."
[03:32.89]Ubi: "Oh, yeah yeah yeah. Want me to text it to you?"
[03:35.16]N9ne: "Yeah text it to me right now. Love."
[03:37.39]Ubi: "Aight peace."