Tech N9ne, ¡MAYDAY!, UBI, Kutt Calhoun - Strangeulation III lyrics

Wrapped in XLR cables
Up from my whiskers, down to my fuckin' kicks
Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
You suckin' dick
Nobody be askin' me for secrets
I ain't chuckin' tips
I'd rather be bumpin' hips on
That ratchet with muffin tit's
Tore up the limit's from Britain
Visions would rock their lives
Inside a prison where giddy bitches
Don't jock the rhyme
Born with precision and rhythm spittin'
Could swat a fly for them to just kick a
Single shillings from Spotify
Bye, Bye killers, on a high five business
Gonna ride by the sickest in your
High ride to the hitlist
If we ain't spoke in ages then
Miss me with broken favors
You Miley Cyrus to majors


You twerkin' on swollen razors (run now)
Don't make me come to dinner
Nail your tongue down
And have you plead your case to
Us in Strangeland at sundown
Be careful of the biz cause everything
Has got a price attached
Wake up with a horse head in your
Bed and next your life is snatched

Tank full of petrol, bank full of pesos
Pool on my tour bus, bonus on a payroll
Feel like I be killin' it
Famous on the internet
Really I'm just wingin' it
Cookin' shit on my kitchenette
Life so good right now, I need to celebrate!
Bout to sell a stadium out
And turn it into rave!
Look at how the industry norm
Has started lookin' Strange
All my brothers riding the storm while
They just ride the wave
Caviar wishes, bitches for my bitches
Black shades and hoodies and
Spots and white linens
Feel like Sam Kinison
Preachin' to the citizens
Screamin' at the saints
"You ain't ever gonna get rid of us!"
Guessin' I just cleaned my plate
So now I'm gettin' cake
Speedin' down the interstate
Yellin' "Get out the fuckin' way"
We plant flags in the ground
Because we here to stand
I bring my whole hood out
And have my own parade

(Black Gold) i purposely wrote this verse
Just to murder, dismember, defecate
Disassemble the limbs of a nigga
Who try and separate
Artistry from nonfiction
I'm sent with a conviction
To sentence you pawns givin'
Opinions on my addiction "There he goes
Speakin' bout how he merk a beat"
"Smellin' himself, why else would he flaunt
About it so verbally?"
Dance around me like I was a paraplegic
In a do-si do competition
Lookin' pissed like I never heard of feet
"Yadda, yadda"
A whole lotta yappin' about my rappin'
When I'm the captain of crunchin'
You niggas' milky dreams
I'm the comparison of Pac face
Staring in your face mock razor blades
Kutt leave you crispy clean
Don't ask Tech, ask me if it's questions
Guarantee that he tell you that I'm
The best and I'm destined
To find a snake and a bat
Helpin' Kansas City's progression
Hopin' I hurt the feelings of
Whoever second guessed it cause
Everybody talkin'
I'mma make you niggas hear me
Mind control flow, now
Listen till your ears bleed

Spit it sicker than these sycophants
Keep your dick up in your pants
You were blunted on the block, me
I had some different plans
I'm trying to get to France, sniffing grams
Hit a branch
Independent Powerhouse, vibin' out
Wit' the fam
Waking up in different cities every night
Hittin' grants stay prepared for this
I'm bearing witness to the sin of man
Stripper dance with cinnamon
Clubbin' with my gentlemen
Drink away the night's events
Nothing worth remembering
Squad'll run up in this bitch
Mobbin' like some immigrants
Jack you for your paper stack
Rob you of your innocence
Taping off the scene of crimes
Swabbing for my fingerprints
Thought about my life
You thought the same and
Couldn't think of shit
Ha! This type of fire don't extinguish
Now write about some bigger
Shit, you striking out, swing and miss
Ring around the Rosie, homie
Pocket full of pain
Keep a lock up on my lane
And triple optic in my brain, look

Ringing uBI: "yeah, what up?"
N9ne: "Ubi?" uBI: "What’s going on man?"
N9ne: "Hold on… Travis is calling me
Hold up" n9ne: "What up, Trav?"
Travis: "What up man, I’m outside right now"
N9ne: "Alright, here I come"
Travis: "Alright"
N9ne: "Peace ubi! You got the bitches
Number from… So and so?"
Ubi: "From what? What, which bitch?"
N9ne: "That redheaded bitch from… dadadadada"
Ubi: "Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah want me to text it to you?"
N9ne: "yeah text it to me right now love"
Ubi: "Aight peace"