Murs - Strangeulation Vol.II Cypher V lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne & Murs] Mursday, k** 'em Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go [Verse 1: Murs] Cloverdale, 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 f** it, give me hand grenades Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad For the love of the k**, I k** for the love I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood Cause I got my Dodger blue on They ask what squad are you on Strange gang n***a, '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 sh** 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 [Verse 2: Bernz] Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side I don't give a f** 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 b**hes just ain't from the future Their music is tired, rewire your f**ing computers Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children enthusers Strangeulation, b**h, 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 f**, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious [Verse 3: Wrekonize] 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 road is fragile 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 b**h a**, 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 call 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