paroles de chanson Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II (feat. Ces Cru, Stevie Stone) - Tech N9ne , Ces Cru , Stevie Stone

Smokin′ weed, true indeed
Sick MCs presented by Tecca Neez!
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Ain't nobody bustin′ like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killer 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 ova the track singin′ 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, makin′ my female friends freaking faucets
Puttin' me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can′t compete compare crotches, cockless
Takin' Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Neva will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cos′ some fans are antagonistic, nagging bitches
Ragging like a stabbing happened
When I'm having hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbin′ 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
Coming together and that′s how we breakin' the sound barrier
I′m three-dimensional, we invincible
Ya sayin' I′m ova, ya neva see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Neva will niggas be able to gimme the trash and jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I rippin′ and reachin' the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then the wack black chap hatchets
Cos' ya not that rap classes
They makin′ a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggas talkin′ stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizin' this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they bangin′ Yates
Yo rhyme is no measure to him, ya bore me, gay flamin' fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end′s for me stay gainin' great
Cos′ I am foreva 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 yo flow′s softer than a Velour scarf
Blowin′ this track into pieces, I'm leavin′ ya fewer parts
At this moment I am layin' as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain′t packed shit yet, this how yo tank rap hits best
Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank′s drastic, ya can't match his checks
Thought of gore and the flow, and I'm born to go
Got yo horn and dough, takin′ yo chick
Cos′ 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
Yo religion is tainted by money grubbin', funny huggin′, Chummy luvin' 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 ya luvin' this Tech N9ne give me three aooh′s and two whoops