Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III

Lyrics

[Produced by Seven] [Intro: Tech N9ne] I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, 'cause this one has been a long time coming So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood Let's go [Verse 1: Big Scoob] Yeah, aha, Big Fella Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist Tecca N9na's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips Ill eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!) Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still a soldier, I'm blowing flames Time to get, what's happening blood? This don't get it I'm acting up Y'all ain't wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some! [Verse 2: JL] I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from Showed you this is where the luck might run Out for the doubt What you do witcha mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun Finnicky front wanna be just like them Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one This no war nor kid time, son It's a warning, do nothing dumb You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's A real one exists this close to the lead Get ahold of the disk, you suppose to believe The show is a trip, and the flow's a disease Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks, what are these?" Pros, we official, the ho's Lebanese Strange got the game in a guillotine choke Language aim seen finna be quo—ted Know it ain't my enemy hope Swank if you can't consider me dope Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both On the bull with a 7, no Toni Kukoč Bitch check-in to whenever you post They come out the woodworks, know whenever you close You know what I'm yelling, know somebody better tell 'em! Hardhead make a soft-ass, let me get 'em Up in art class was the only time he drew a weapon Up the bar blurred lines, I'm a urban legend No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection Paperwork in red like I'm makin' a correction Select what I said, hope you makin' the connection We come at a nigga head, it come off him in a second Me and Tech got high, said we finna do work Spat hot lava, finna shoot first You expect not vibe, I could only do church if My nigga was alive, I am in the booth hurt! Know that I'ma ride, why I tell 'em B. Hood You would look odd in my neck of the woods If I really wanna slide in your ho I could But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good! Step like I should! [Outro: Tech N9ne] I steps like a real should Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good Ayy, we makin' your bitches feel good Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good I steps like a real should Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good Ayy, we makin' your bitches feel good Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good