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Strangeulation IV |
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(Verse 1: Rittz) |
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I am, too hot to cool off |
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Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph, and starving in pursuit of moolah |
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Floss and get your crew robbed, my crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah" |
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I be on tour and sh*t, you get on stage and you get boo'd off |
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You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym |
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I'll stab you and have you inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen |
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So who the hottest? Conversation my name get brought up in |
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I'm Woody Harrelson, this industry is Zombieland |
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You wanna f**k with us, you must've had no common sense |
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I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch |
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It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent |
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All them other record labels fallin' off like rotten limbs |
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I'm making some money, it's making their stomach cringe |
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I'll never forget it, a couple of summers ago, I was cooking and scrubbing pans |
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Drink 'till I get drunk and spin |
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Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the Cutlass tint |
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Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in? |
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(Verse 2: Prozak) |
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My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain |
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That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains |
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Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain |
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Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!) |
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The biggest independent label, pop the champagne |
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We don't need no head now, homie you can keep the change |
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Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein |
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We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains |
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Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back |
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Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adaps |
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Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what's next? |
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Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check |
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Strange outcast step child, call me Damien |
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Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium |
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Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium |
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Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien |
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(Verse 3: Big Scoob) |
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Appetite destruction, never been no punk sh*t |
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My voices give me choices, just to spite me I choose dumb sh*t |
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Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal |
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Spit it through this microphone and pull up at ya mami's home |
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Jump out on the dumb sh*t, speaking through this drum clip |
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Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill sh*t |
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Cypher without the villain, that's appealin' but it's silly though |
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An army without it's general, an octopi no tentacles |
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Not trying to be subliminal, nothing I do is minimal |
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Heavy hitter, heavy words, push a ni**a, pushin' verbs |
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Squish my button, you push my nerves, ten toes in the turf |
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Not the last or the first, gutta ni**a, stomp the Earth |
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Grippin' metal, I ain't special, on the level |
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Smack your temple with the barrel, not complying, I'm a rebel |
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And I'm fresh up out the ghetto, puppet master, I'm Geppetto |
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Take a minute, you'll get it, ni**a, Scoob did it |
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(Verse 4: Krizz Kaliko) |
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Kali Baby! 'Ight man, I'mma do this! I'm kinda nervous |
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The purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here |
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Wide-eyed, listen, look at me in this position |
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Now, I coulda just left you sitting there |
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But Nina told me to pick 'em apart, you're a victim of art |
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K-R-I to the double crooked, look at him |
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He pudgy like they took a ugly stick and frickin' shook at him |
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And I don't stay Gucci down to the linens |
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I'll let you trick off, she jerking my di*k off and grinnin' |
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You can see him, but he just a figment |
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You wanna be him, better get your pigment gone |
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Try to beat him with deliverin' |
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I get belligerent and it's the end of the song |
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And I get a little bit ahead of myself, feel like I'mma melt |
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And I feel like I'm better than everyone else |
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I guess I be rappin' ahead of my wealth |
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I'm the coldest thing since the ice cube |
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Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube |
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Yeah, I said I'm the best in a minute, ni**a what?! |
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Only ni**as that could contest it is rested, dig 'em up! |
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Okay! Hahahaha! Whatever, ni**a... |