Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I

[Produced by Seven]

[Intro]

Smoking weed

True indeed

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Tecca Neez! Check it out

[Verse]

Ain't nobody busting, like the nigga with a gun up, in the middle of the west

I be the killa with a TEC and I'm a villain with a vest

I gotta fill 'em with effects, then I get it out the way

So I can say, what I wanna say

Right over the track singing, like the father of Nona Gaye

Let's get it on, they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged

And check niggas on they grudges, then death shitted on they buzzes

That was just the intros, for the family with sin souls

But the Gandys with the fem flows, can't stand me, like ten toes

I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets

Put me up against Hop is thoughtless, not supposed to press partners, stop it

Can't compete compare crotches, cockless, taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!

Never will the bosses take losses

Study cautiousness off this shit!

'Cause some fans are antagonistic

Naggin' bitches, raggin' like a stabbin' happened, when I'm havin' hits

Get massive sick shit, like I ain't Vlad and vicious, bad and twisted

Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted

So I frown scarier, when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground, but the crown carrier

Get the hound out the mound, and they’re bound, marry 'em all together, is how we breaking the sound barrier

I'm three-dimensional, we invincible, you saying I'm over, you never see the principle

My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!

Bastards! (Hurl bars) Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it

Jacket (World star) How in the fuck am I ripping, and reaching the masses?

Asses, faggots, too many back splashes

Then a wack black chat hatches, 'cause you napped at rap classes

They making a mockery of my painted face

But me I resemble our ancestors

And these niggas talking stuck, at a fainted pace

Still not realizing, this man blessed ya

I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates

Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes

Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great

'Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake

Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts

How they gonna challenge the Tecca N9na, when your flow's softer, than a Velour scarf?

Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts

At this moment, I am laying as dead, as before my 2.0 tour starts

Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best

Tecca N9na ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks

Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go, got your whore in the door

Taking your chick, 'cause a nigga been up on the Forbes list, now four in a row

My religion is followed by little kids

College kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and soo-woos

Your religion is tainted by money grubbing

Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men, that like to do youths

So I stick with my technicians

No F's given, yeah, this team is a mixture of a few groups

This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else

If you loving this Tech N9ne, give me three aooh's, and two whoops