Tech N9ne - Strangeulation IV lyrics

(feat. Prozak, Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko & Rittz) [Verse 1 - Rittz:] I'm too hot to cool off Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph Starving in pursuit of moot law Flossing, get your coo raw My crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah" I be on tour and sh**, you get on stage and you get boo'd off You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym I stab 'em and have them inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen So who the hottest, conversation my name get brought up in I'm Woody Harrison, this industry is Zombieland You wanna f** with us, you must've had no common sense I'll k** you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent All them other record labels fallen off like rotten limbs I'm making some money, it's making my stomach cringe I'll never forget it a couple of summers ago I was cooking and scrubbing pans Drink 'till I get ruckus-spinned Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the cutless tint Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in? [Verse 2 - 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 popped a 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 an*log ca**ette 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 d**h Punch straight to the cranium Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien [Verse 3 - Big Scoob:] Appetite destruction, never been no punk sh** My voices give me choices, just despite that I choose dumb sh** Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal Spit it through this microphone and pull up at your Mami's home Jump out on the dumb sh**, speaking through this drum clip Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me k** sh** Cypher without the villain, that's appealin' but it's silly though An army without it's general, an octopi no tentacles I'm trying to be subliminal, nothing I do is minimal Heavy hitter, heavy words Push a n***a, pushin' verbs Squish my bu*ton, you push my nerves Ten toes in the turf Not the last or the first Gut a n***a, stump the Earth Grippin' metal, I ain't special On the level, smack your temple with the barrel Not complying, I'm a rebel And I'm fresh up out the ghetto, puppet master I'm Geppetto Take a minute, you'll get it n***a Scoob did it. (Yeah) [Verse 4 - 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 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'm on L, 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 in it, n***a what? Only n***as that could contest it is rested, dig em up! (Okay! Hahaha whatever n***a.)