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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, [?]plegic, the hair nigga out Strangeulation two and it's right now Let's take it to another level, hot medal, 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 Letras de cancionesBodies 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'ma kill it and 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 play the villain is spilling venom and then 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) From Letras Mania