Strangeulation IV - Tech N9ne, Prozak, Krizz Kaliko

I am, too hot to cool off

Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph, and starving in pursuit of moolah

Floss and get your crew robbed, my crew’ll shoot at you like «hoorah»

I be on tour and shit, you get on stage and you get boo’d off

You throwing jabs at me but we ain’t in no boxing gym

I’ll stab you and have you inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen

So who the hottest?

Conversation my name get brought up in

I’m Woody Harrelson, this industry is Zombieland

You wanna fuck with us, you must’ve had no common sense

I’ll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch

It’s Strange Music so the competition nonexistent

All them other record labels fallin' off like rotten limbs

I’m making some money, it’s making their stomach cringe

I’ll never forget it, a couple of summers ago, I was cooking and scrubbing pans

Drink 'till I get drunk and spin

Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the Cutlass tint

Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in?

My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain

That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains

Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can’t contain

Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)

The biggest independent label, pop the champagne

We don’t need no head now, homie you can keep the change

Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein

We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains

Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back

Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adaps

Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what’s next?

Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check

Strange outcast step child, call me Damien

Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium

Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium

Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien

Appetite destruction, never been no punk shit

My voices give me choices, just to spite me I choose dumb shit

Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal

Spit it through this microphone and pull up at ya mami’s home

Jump out on the dumb shit, speaking through this drum clip

Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill shit

Cypher without the villain, that’s appealin' but it’s silly though

An army without it’s general, an octopi no tentacles

Not trying to be subliminal, nothing I do is minimal

Heavy hitter, heavy words, push a nigga, pushin' verbs

Squish my button, you push my nerves, ten toes in the turf

Not the last or the first, gutta nigga, stomp the Earth

Grippin' metal, I ain’t special, on the level

Smack your temple with the barrel, not complying, I’m a rebel

And I’m fresh up out the ghetto, puppet master, I’m Geppetto

Take a minute, you’ll get it, nigga, Scoob did it

Kali Baby!

'Ight man, I’mma do this!

I’m kinda nervous

The purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here

Wide-eyed, listen, look at me in this position

Now, I coulda just left you sitting there

But Nina told me to pick 'em apart, you’re a victim of art

K-R-I to the double crooked, look at him

He pudgy like they took a ugly stick and frickin' shook at him

And I don’t stay Gucci down to the linens

I’ll let you trick off, she jerking my dick off and grinnin'

You can see him, but he just a figment

You wanna be him, better get your pigment gone

Try to beat him with deliverin'

I get belligerent and that’s the end of the song

And I get a little bit ahead of myself, feel like I’mma melt

And I feel like I’m better than everyone else

I guess I be rappin' ahead of my wealth

I’m the coldest thing since the ice cube

Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube

Yeah, I said I’m the best in a minute, nigga what?!

Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up!

Okay!

Hahahaha!

Whatever, nigga…