Seven - Strangeulation Vol.II Cypher I lyrics

[Produced by Seven] [Intro] Smoking weed True indeed Sick emcees, presented by Tecca Neez! Check it out [Verse] Ain't nobody busting, like the n***a with a gun up, in the middle of the west I be the k**a with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest, I gotta fill 'em with effects, then I get it out the way So I can say, what I wanna say Right over the track singing, like the father of Nona Gaye Let's get it on, they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged And check n***as on they grudges, then d**h sh**ted on they buzzes That was just the intros, for the family with sin souls But the Gandys with the fem flows, can't stand me, like ten toes I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless, not supposed to press partners, stop it Can't compete compare crotches, co*kless, taking Tech is too toxic, toss it! Never will the bosses take losses,study cautiousness Off this sh**! Cause some fans are antagonistic Naggin' b**hes, raggin' like a stabbin' happened, when I'm havin' hits Get ma**ive sick sh**, like I ain't Vlad and vicious, bad and twisted Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted So I frown scarier, when the clown buries a n***a down to the ground, but the crown carrier Get the hound out the mound, and they're bound,marry 'em all together, is how we breaking the sound barrier I'm three-dimensional, we invincible, you saying I'm over, you never see the principle My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the cla**ical rap sh** on acid! ba*tards! (Hurl bars) Never will n***as be able to gimme the trash it Jack it! (World star) How in the f** am I ripping, and reaching the ma**es? Asses, f*ggots, too many back splashes Then a wack black chat hatches, cause you napped at rap cla**es They making a mockery of my painted face But me? I resemble our ancestors And these n***as talking stuck, at a fainted pace Still not realizing, this man blessed ya I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake Pure art, I'm the sh** and n***a, you're farts How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina, when your flow's softer, than a Velour scarf? Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts At this moment, I am laying as dead, as before my 2.0 tour starts Ain't packed sh** yet, this how your taint rap hits best Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks Lot of gore in the flow, and I'm born to go, got your who*e in the door Taking your chick, cause a n***a been up in the Forbes list, now four in a row My religion is followed by little kids College kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and soo-woos Your religion is tainted by money grubbing Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men, that like to do youths So I stick with my technicians No F's given, yeah,this team is a mixture of a few groups This for my fans, n***a, f** everybody else If you loving this Tech N9ne, give me three aooh's, and two whoops