Stevie Stone - Strangeulation Vol.II Cypher II lyrics

[Produced by Seven] [Intro: Tech N9ne] For what I wanted to do was take some of my cla**ic beats, and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much, so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go [Verse 1: Stevie Stone] Feel the hate when they come around Little bull better settle down Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds See I been dealt a hand, my n***a, I can peep Peeping the shifty fans, my n***a They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, n***a (Talk that sh**, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again) Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor When Stevie get to speaking, the plot Thickens with and these n***as is Vixens Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!) Learning from the realest slim pickings I love it, how you doubt a n***a, hound a n***a Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a n***a out Strangeulation two and it's right now Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, b**h High pitched, fly sh**, falsetto, five words like the bandit lord I think this weed got me paranoid Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you n***as is b**hes Jurisdiction have so many restrictions All you n***as is fiction, no conviction n***as get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em All you n***as is gimmicks, frail body and soul All you n***as pretending, thought that we so-called family All you n***as can get it, turning my volume up Had us upon that midget Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler Strange Octane with flame, will leave your bodies decaying n***as be playing games, my n***as taking aim Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell) [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em I never believed 'em, you son of a b**h, son of a preacher, word of Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load I know your boy is heavy and heaving That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's b**h, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the f** could I sulk about For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some f**ing history [Verse 3: Godemis] I know they want me to put up the pen And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a k**er still in the back but I'm clapping though In a matter of fact I been acting, so Out of wack and my brain is on overload I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me Maybe I don't need a phone no mo' Guess I won't pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I'm a goner And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna k** me, then pay me no mind Get a record that's quite a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome Now I don't need a reason, k**ing any season, in fact I am better without one You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the f** is your album? sh** to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all Murdering it for pleasure, ain't f**ing with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball Couldn't give 'em a sh**, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it We all know the location, come get your face winched Strangeulation reloaded! (f**)