Tech N9ne, Prozak, Rittz, Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko - Strangeulation IV lyrics

I am, too hot to cool off
Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph
And starving in pursuit of moolah
Floss and get your crew robbed
My crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah"
I be on tour and shit
You get on stage and you get boo'd off
You throwing jabs at me but we
Ain't in no boxing gym
I'll stab you and have you inside of
A hospital hooked up to oxygen
So who the hottest? Conversation my
Name get brought up in i'm Woody Harrelson
This industry is Zombieland
You wanna fuck with us
You must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get
Eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so
The competition nonexistent
All them other record labels fallin'
Off like rotten limbs i'm making some money
It's making their stomach cringe
I'll never forget it, a
Couple of summers ago
I was cooking and scrubbing pans
Drink 'till I get drunk and spin
Puffing something with a lovely scent
Behind the Cutlass tint
Floating in the Strange stream
Who jumpin' in?

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
Pop the 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 adaps
Analog cassette 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 Death Punch straight
To the cranium
Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien

Appetite destruction, never been no punk shit
My voices give me choices
Just to spite me I choose dumb shit
Choppers all around me
I mean lyrical and literal
Spit it through this microphone and pull
Up at ya mami's home
Jump out on the dumb shit
Speaking through this drum clip
Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips
Watch me kill shit
Cypher without the villain
That's appealin' but it's silly though
An army without it's general
An octopi no tentacles
Not trying to be subliminal
Nothing I do is minimal
Heavy hitter, heavy words, push a nigga
Pushin' verbs
Squish my button, you push my nerves
Ten toes in the turf
Not the last or the first, gutta nigga
Stomp 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, nigga
Scoob did it

Kali Baby! 'Ight man
I'mma 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 a ugly
Stick and frickin' shook at him
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 him
Better get your pigment gone
Try to beat him with deliverin'
I get belligerent and it's the
End of the song
And I get a little bit ahead of myself
Feel like I'mma melt
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
Yeah, I said I'm the best in a minute
Nigga what?!
Only niggas that could contest it is rested
Dig 'em up!
Okay! Ha ha haha! Whatever, nigga