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Strangeulation, Vol. II
Tech N9ne featuring Murs, Wrekonize & Bernz
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Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
G-O, N9nes, Wrek and Bernz, it's like it's all of ours
Said i need my own parade
Fuck it give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause' I got my dodger groove on
They ask us why then move on
Strange gang nigga, till' I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit em' with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though. Be careful what you find. I'm a grimy death spot. Tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers, nothin' less than the best spot
Enemies take they death
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cuz strange will have you feeling bout' as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cypher's known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh, and I be dropping bombs like all stars, check the car card, on ya'll, I drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers cover all the bacon
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