Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II (feat. Ces Cru, Stevie Stone)

For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats, and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much, so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go
 Feel the hate when they come around
 To the bull that set a doubt
 Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
 See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
 See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
 Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
 They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
 (Talk that shit if you want to hack my Tech N9ne plead again)
 Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
 When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
 Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
 Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
 Learning from the realest slim pickings
 I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
 Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
 On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
 Strangeulation two and it's right now
 Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
 High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
 I think this weed got me paranoid
 Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
 Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
 All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
 Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
 Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
 All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
 All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
 All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
 Had us upon that midget
 Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
 I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
 Niggas be playing games, my niggas take your name
 Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
 Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
 Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
 To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
 They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
 I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
 Heaven and Jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still
 And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
 Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
 I know your boy is heavy and heaving
 That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
 Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
 Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
 I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
 For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
 Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
 Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
 Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
 Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
 Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history
 I know they want me to put up the pen
 And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
 For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
 In a matter of fact I been acting, so
 Out of wack and my brain is on overload
 I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
 Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
 Guess I won't pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him till I'm a goner
 And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
 Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
 Get a record to spot a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
 I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
 Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
 You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
 And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
 Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
 Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
 Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
 We all know the location, come get your face winched
 Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)