Hmm…Tech N9ne! 

[Tech in sing-song voice]
Smashes, the masses, but the industry’s hatin’ asses 

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 
Strange days, when your favorite rapper’s poppin’ 
But is he on top is something you can’t gauge 
Especially when he’s toppin’ the charts 
And you see me, K. Lamar, and Macklemore sharing the same stage 
I’m the [bad word] all these artists look up to 
Yet for Tech it’s been the hardest to bust through 
But I keep my fans fiendin’ like clucks do 
You don’t like how we live it, well… 
I dominate, your conglomerate
Wanna beating? I can [bad word] 
It’ll be a [bad word] up against Aaron the Great
So many got arms, legs and necks tatted Strange 
Cause music, show, conceptually I’m the best at it 
Let’s have it for all of these Tech addicts 
Any disrespect to family will get your chest gatted 
Aimin’ at ’em and its agony 
Burner blew his brain and back and these 
Cannons came and caved in cavity, caliber connect, cap it
Yo, there it go, red is in my head it grow 
Headed fo’, lead and deaded, yeah the medic said it so
Let it grow, shred it and get no credits, so pathetic though 
Dread embedded steppin in heaven’s crevice, wet and edible 
Give her the shivers when I deliver this 
Hit her then quit her cause she’s on Twitter [bad word] 
And when [bad word] me to Eminem I said I’m different 
She said “How?” I said I’m black and I can say [bad word] [bad word] #33; 
To him I may just be another bro with a flow
We’ll probably never tour cause it’ll be thousands of Juggalos at his show 
And I heard fatalities happen on each side, so that’s never no let it go
So I get it, I keep what I’m makin’ incredible, all of them scared of a negro 
Strangeulation, this occupation so scandlesss 
We stop the hatin’, no chances 
When I rock the nation so Danzig 
I’m killing all these niggas, Operation Code Kansas
Strange gang plain triggered assassins 
Got a bunch of untamed aimed trained spitters a’ blastin’ 
My insane brain sayin’ give up the rappin’
And go back to the gang bang thang, [bad word] what’s happenin’, soo-woo 

[Verse 2: Godemis] 
Deevil! 
Prayin’ that 12-12 for [bad word] 
Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails 
Like nothing I’ve ever felt 
Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons 
As if I needed some help 
Or a host to preserve the heathen 
Got it, my brain is rotted 
I swear to God that I’m not it 
I’m set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted 
I ain’t high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline 
Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon 
Then I’m in, enemy of the state, I’m straight at an angle 
Stop risking and quit your [bad word] , it ain’t like I’m raping an Angel 
Said I was magnifique, ya’ll [bad word]  with it, capiche? 
Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet 
They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction 
Ain’t nothing to it but to do it; i’m a mummy rappin 
So get to clappin or dissin the clan you’re hatin 
Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation 

[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]
Stevie Stone I’m on it I’m so clever 
 [bad word] ’em better 
I put [bad word] together
America’s most elaborated rap pick yo head up
Small talkin’ to get you wet up 
Yeah, I’m will to kill all you niggas 
The feelin’, adrenaline that’ll spillin’ a milli yeah I mill’ all you niggas 
Ain’t even reach out they climax rather my sillin’ on niggas
And backin’ a back on back can’t billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas 
This ain’t no random some leekage 
Stonie in the building the [bad word] pull out their cleavage 
The snake and the bat you see them prominent features 
The spieces
Strangeland we rain on your region 
Meatwagon [bad word] I be taggin’ ’em 
Baggin’ ’em bring ’em clusters of three 
Got three magnums gaggin’ em out 
You pussies is still talkin’ I’m draggin’ ’em out 
I’m tappin’ ’em out 

[Verse 4: Murs] 
Aww [bad word]  they [bad word] around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he’s not a bad rapper 
I’m just a little local talent that [bad word] around and made it big 
Underground bully, pickin’ on all these famous kids 
And the danger is, now I’m doin’ Stranger biz 
About to make the world forget about what a major is 
Independent [bad word] all these cowards out 
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin’ I would shout em out 
And I don’t want to hear a rapper harmonize unless 
He [bad word]  Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh 
But maybe I’m just hatin’ cuz my black [bad word] could never sing 
 [bad word] that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things 
And you a [bad word] liar if you say you found a better team 
Impossible! Like trying to fit my [bad word] inside my wedding ring 
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly 
I represent for hip hop not some [bad word] aristocracy 

[Verse 5: Wrekonize]
Wrapped in XLR cables 
Up from my whiskers, down to my [bad word]  kicks 
Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos 
You suckin’ [bad word] 
Nobody be askin’ me for secrets 
I ain’t chuckin’ tips 
I’d rather be bumpin’ hips 
On that ratchet with muffin [bad word] 
Tore up the limits 
From Britan visions would rock their lives 
Inside a prison where giddy [bad word] don’t jock the rhyme 
Born in precision on 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 [bad word] to majors 
You twerkin’ on swollen razors [bad word] now) 
Dont make [bad word] to dinnernail your tounge down 
And have you plead your case to us 
At 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 

[Verse 6: Bernz] 
Tank full of petro 
Bank full of pesos 
Pull 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’ [bad word] on my Kitchenett 
Life so good 
Right now I need to celebrate 
Bout to sell a stadium out 
And turn it into rake 
Look at how the industry norm 
Has started lookin’ Strange 
All my brothers riding the storm 
While they just ride the waves 
Caviar wishes 
 [bad word] for my [bad word] 
Black shades and hoodies 
And spots and white linens 
Feel like Sam Kinison 
Preachin’ to these citizens
Screamin’ at the saints 
You ain’t ever gonna get rid of us 
Guessin’ that I just cleaned my plate 
So now I’m gettin’ cake 
Speedin’ down the interstate
Yellin’ get out the [bad word]  way 
We plant flags in the ground 
Because we here to stay 
And bring my whole hood out 
And have my own parade 

[Verse 7: Kutt Calhoun] 
(Black Gold!) 
I purposely wrote this verse 
Just to murder, dismember, defecate
Disassemble the limbs 
Of a [bad word] who try and separate 
Artistry from nonfiction 
Im sent with a conviction 
To sentence you pons 
Givin’ the benz on my diction 
There he goes 
Speakin’ bout how he murk a beat 
Smellin’ himself 
Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally 
Dance around me
Like I was a paraplegic 
In a [bad word] 
Lookin [bad word] like I never heard of feet 
Yadda Yadda 
whole lotta yappin’ 
About my rappin’
When I’m the captain 
Of [bad word]  you niggas milky dreams 
Im [bad word] of Pac’s face
Staring in your face 
Mock razor blades cut 
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 Im 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’ 
Imma make you niggas hear me 
Mind control flow 
Now: listen till your ears bleed 

[Verse 8: Ubiquitous] 
Spit it sicker than these sycophants 
Keep your [bad word] 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 with the fam 
Waking up in different cities 
Every night hittin’ grants 
Stay prepared for this 
I’m bearing witness to this sinner man 
Stripper dance with cinnamon
Clubbin’ with my gentlemen 
Drink away the nights events 
Nothing worth remembering
Squad [bad word] up in this [bad word] 
Mobbin’ like some immigrants 
Jack you for your paper stack 
Rob you of your innocence 
Taping of the scene of crimes 
Swabbing for my fingerprints 
Thought about my life 
You thought the same 
And couldn’t think of [bad word] (Ha!) 
This type of fire dont extinguish
Now write about some bigger [bad word] 
You’re 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 

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