LRC歌词
[ti:Strangeulation III]
[ar:Tech N9ne Collabos/Wrekonize/Bernz/Kutt Calhoun]
[al:Strangeulation (Deluxe Edition)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Strangeulation III - Tech N9ne Collabos/Wrekonize/Bernz/Kutt Calhoun
[00:10.42]Wrapped in XLR cables
[00:12.01]Up from my whiskers down to my f**kin' kicks
[00:14.20]Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
[00:15.75]You suckin' dick
[00:16.68]Nobody be askin' me for secrets
[00:17.85]I ain't chuckin' tips
[00:19.51]I'd rather be bumpin' hips
[00:20.64]On that ratchet with muffin tits
[00:21.84]Tore up the limits
[00:22.77]From Britan visions would rock their lives
[00:24.61]Inside a prison where giddy b**ches don't jock the rhyme
[00:27.09]Born in precision
[00:28.09]Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
[00:29.73]For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify
[00:32.14]Bye bye killers
[00:33.01]On a high five business
[00:34.56]Gonna ride by the sickest
[00:36.00]In your high ride to the hitlist
[00:37.83]If we ain't spoke in ages
[00:39.37]Then miss me with broken favors
[00:40.88]You Miley Cyrus to majors
[00:41.86]You twerkin' on swollen razors run now
[00:43.80]Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
[00:45.97]And have you plead your case to us
[00:47.58]At strange land at sundown
[00:48.64]Be careful of the biz
[00:49.58]Cause everything has got a price attached
[00:50.91]Wake up with a horse head in your bed
[00:52.71]And next your life is snatched
[00:54.30]
[00:55.12]Tank full of petro
[00:56.38]Bank full of paesos
[00:57.70]Pull on my tour bus
[00:59.18]Bonus on a payroll
[01:00.33]Feel like I be killin' it
[01:01.69]Famous on the internet
[01:02.76]Really I'm just wingin' it
[01:03.85]Cookin' sh*t on my Kitchenett
[01:05.78]Life so good
[01:06.84]Right now I need to celebrate
[01:08.06]Bout to sell a stadium out
[01:09.72]And turn it into rake
[01:11.23]Look at how the industry norm
[01:12.65]Has started lookin' Strange
[01:13.73]All my brothers riding the storm
[01:15.17]While they just ride the waves
[01:16.52]Caviar wishes
[01:16.98]B**ches for my b**ches
[01:18.55]Black shades and hoodies
[01:19.75]
[01:20.26]And spots and white linens
[01:21.42]Feel like Sam Kinison
[01:23.10]Preachin' to these citizens
[01:24.13]Screamin' at the saints
[01:25.42]You ain't ever gonna get rid of us
[01:27.21]Guessin' that I just cleaned my plate
[01:28.81]So now I'm gettin' cake
[01:29.89]Speedin' down the interstate
[01:30.69]Yellin' get out the f**kin' way
[01:32.08]We plant flags in the ground
[01:33.56]Because we here to stay
[01:34.78]And bring my whole hood out
[01:36.35]And have my own parade
[01:37.66]Black gold
[01:38.83]I purposely wrote this verse
[01:39.93]Just to murder this
[01:40.81]Member defecate
[01:41.24]Disassemble the limbs
[01:41.87]Of a ni**a who try and seperate
[01:43.26]Artistry from nonfiction
[01:43.86]Im sent with a conviction
[01:44.92]To sentence you pons
[01:45.89]Givin' the benz on my diction
[01:47.17]There he goes
[01:47.82]Speakin' bout how he murk a beat
[01:49.18]Smellin' himself
[01:49.55]Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally
[01:52.91]Dance around me
[01:53.62]Like I was a paraplegic
[01:54.82]In a doo-cee-doo competition
[01:55.78]
[01:56.95]Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
[01:59.56]
[02:00.72]Yadda Yadda
[02:01.61]A whole lotta yappin'
[02:02.48]About my rappin'
[02:03.50]When I'm the captain
[02:04.59]Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams
[02:06.00]Im the comparison of Pac's face
[02:07.31]Staring in your face
[02:08.51]Mock razor blades cut
[02:09.79]Leave you crispy clean
[02:11.03]Don't ask Tech
[02:12.20]Ask me if it's questions
[02:13.34]Guarantee that he tell you
[02:14.70]That I'm the best
[02:15.58]And Im destened
[02:16.24]To find a snake and a bat
[02:17.66]Helpin' Kansas City's progression
[02:18.44]Hopin' I hurt the feelings
[02:19.53]Of whoever second guessed it
[02:20.62]Cause everybody talkin'
[02:22.81]Imma make you niggas hear me
[02:24.11]Mind control flow
[02:25.20]Now listen to your ears bleed
[02:28.12]Spit it sicker than these sicker fans
[02:29.76]Keep your dick up in your pants
[02:31.24]You were blunted on the block
[02:32.43]Me I had some different plans
[02:33.66]I'm trying to get to France
[02:34.88]Sniffing grams
[02:35.31]Hit a branch
[02:36.09]Independent Powerhouse
[02:36.50]Vibin' out with the fam
[02:37.61]Waking up in different cities
[02:39.31]Every night hittin' grants
[02:40.36]Stay prepared for this
[02:42.83]I'm bearing witness to this sinner man
[02:44.33]Stripper dance with cinnamon
[02:45.15]Clubbin' with my gentelman
[02:46.64]Drink away the nights events
[02:48.09]Nothing worth remembering
[02:49.63]Squad will run up in this b**ch
[02:51.10]Mobbin' like some immigrants
[02:51.94]Jack you for your paper stack
[02:53.45]Rob you of your innocence
[02:54.75]Taping of the scene of crimes
[02:56.30]Swabbing for my fingerprints
[02:57.54]Thought about my life
[02:58.70]You thought the same
[02:59.76]And couldn't think of sh*t ha
[03:02.52]This type of fire dont extinguish
[03:03.83]Now write about some bigger sh*t
[03:04.91]You're striking out
[03:05.47]Swing and miss
[03:06.06]Ring around the rosy homie
[03:07.02]Pocket full of pain
[03:07.90]I got a lock up on my lane
[03:09.66]And triple optic in my brain look
[ar:Tech N9ne Collabos/Wrekonize/Bernz/Kutt Calhoun]
[al:Strangeulation (Deluxe Edition)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Strangeulation III - Tech N9ne Collabos/Wrekonize/Bernz/Kutt Calhoun
[00:10.42]Wrapped in XLR cables
[00:12.01]Up from my whiskers down to my f**kin' kicks
[00:14.20]Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
[00:15.75]You suckin' dick
[00:16.68]Nobody be askin' me for secrets
[00:17.85]I ain't chuckin' tips
[00:19.51]I'd rather be bumpin' hips
[00:20.64]On that ratchet with muffin tits
[00:21.84]Tore up the limits
[00:22.77]From Britan visions would rock their lives
[00:24.61]Inside a prison where giddy b**ches don't jock the rhyme
[00:27.09]Born in precision
[00:28.09]Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
[00:29.73]For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify
[00:32.14]Bye bye killers
[00:33.01]On a high five business
[00:34.56]Gonna ride by the sickest
[00:36.00]In your high ride to the hitlist
[00:37.83]If we ain't spoke in ages
[00:39.37]Then miss me with broken favors
[00:40.88]You Miley Cyrus to majors
[00:41.86]You twerkin' on swollen razors run now
[00:43.80]Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
[00:45.97]And have you plead your case to us
[00:47.58]At strange land at sundown
[00:48.64]Be careful of the biz
[00:49.58]Cause everything has got a price attached
[00:50.91]Wake up with a horse head in your bed
[00:52.71]And next your life is snatched
[00:54.30]
[00:55.12]Tank full of petro
[00:56.38]Bank full of paesos
[00:57.70]Pull on my tour bus
[00:59.18]Bonus on a payroll
[01:00.33]Feel like I be killin' it
[01:01.69]Famous on the internet
[01:02.76]Really I'm just wingin' it
[01:03.85]Cookin' sh*t on my Kitchenett
[01:05.78]Life so good
[01:06.84]Right now I need to celebrate
[01:08.06]Bout to sell a stadium out
[01:09.72]And turn it into rake
[01:11.23]Look at how the industry norm
[01:12.65]Has started lookin' Strange
[01:13.73]All my brothers riding the storm
[01:15.17]While they just ride the waves
[01:16.52]Caviar wishes
[01:16.98]B**ches for my b**ches
[01:18.55]Black shades and hoodies
[01:19.75]
[01:20.26]And spots and white linens
[01:21.42]Feel like Sam Kinison
[01:23.10]Preachin' to these citizens
[01:24.13]Screamin' at the saints
[01:25.42]You ain't ever gonna get rid of us
[01:27.21]Guessin' that I just cleaned my plate
[01:28.81]So now I'm gettin' cake
[01:29.89]Speedin' down the interstate
[01:30.69]Yellin' get out the f**kin' way
[01:32.08]We plant flags in the ground
[01:33.56]Because we here to stay
[01:34.78]And bring my whole hood out
[01:36.35]And have my own parade
[01:37.66]Black gold
[01:38.83]I purposely wrote this verse
[01:39.93]Just to murder this
[01:40.81]Member defecate
[01:41.24]Disassemble the limbs
[01:41.87]Of a ni**a who try and seperate
[01:43.26]Artistry from nonfiction
[01:43.86]Im sent with a conviction
[01:44.92]To sentence you pons
[01:45.89]Givin' the benz on my diction
[01:47.17]There he goes
[01:47.82]Speakin' bout how he murk a beat
[01:49.18]Smellin' himself
[01:49.55]Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally
[01:52.91]Dance around me
[01:53.62]Like I was a paraplegic
[01:54.82]In a doo-cee-doo competition
[01:55.78]
[01:56.95]Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
[01:59.56]
[02:00.72]Yadda Yadda
[02:01.61]A whole lotta yappin'
[02:02.48]About my rappin'
[02:03.50]When I'm the captain
[02:04.59]Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams
[02:06.00]Im the comparison of Pac's face
[02:07.31]Staring in your face
[02:08.51]Mock razor blades cut
[02:09.79]Leave you crispy clean
[02:11.03]Don't ask Tech
[02:12.20]Ask me if it's questions
[02:13.34]Guarantee that he tell you
[02:14.70]That I'm the best
[02:15.58]And Im destened
[02:16.24]To find a snake and a bat
[02:17.66]Helpin' Kansas City's progression
[02:18.44]Hopin' I hurt the feelings
[02:19.53]Of whoever second guessed it
[02:20.62]Cause everybody talkin'
[02:22.81]Imma make you niggas hear me
[02:24.11]Mind control flow
[02:25.20]Now listen to your ears bleed
[02:28.12]Spit it sicker than these sicker fans
[02:29.76]Keep your dick up in your pants
[02:31.24]You were blunted on the block
[02:32.43]Me I had some different plans
[02:33.66]I'm trying to get to France
[02:34.88]Sniffing grams
[02:35.31]Hit a branch
[02:36.09]Independent Powerhouse
[02:36.50]Vibin' out with the fam
[02:37.61]Waking up in different cities
[02:39.31]Every night hittin' grants
[02:40.36]Stay prepared for this
[02:42.83]I'm bearing witness to this sinner man
[02:44.33]Stripper dance with cinnamon
[02:45.15]Clubbin' with my gentelman
[02:46.64]Drink away the nights events
[02:48.09]Nothing worth remembering
[02:49.63]Squad will run up in this b**ch
[02:51.10]Mobbin' like some immigrants
[02:51.94]Jack you for your paper stack
[02:53.45]Rob you of your innocence
[02:54.75]Taping of the scene of crimes
[02:56.30]Swabbing for my fingerprints
[02:57.54]Thought about my life
[02:58.70]You thought the same
[02:59.76]And couldn't think of sh*t ha
[03:02.52]This type of fire dont extinguish
[03:03.83]Now write about some bigger sh*t
[03:04.91]You're striking out
[03:05.47]Swing and miss
[03:06.06]Ring around the rosy homie
[03:07.02]Pocket full of pain
[03:07.90]I got a lock up on my lane
[03:09.66]And triple optic in my brain look
文本歌词
Strangeulation III - Tech N9ne Collabos/Wrekonize/Bernz/Kutt Calhoun
Wrapped in XLR cables
Up from my whiskers down to my f**kin' kicks
Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
You suckin' dick
Nobody be askin' me for secrets
I ain't chuckin' tips
I'd rather be bumpin' hips
On that ratchet with muffin tits
Tore up the limits
From Britan visions would rock their lives
Inside a prison where giddy b**ches don't jock the rhyme
Born in precision
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 Cyrus to majors
You twerkin' on swollen razors run now
Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
And have you plead your case to us
At strange land 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
Tank full of petro
Bank full of paesos
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' sh*t 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
B**ches for my b**ches
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 f**kin' way
We plant flags in the ground
Because we here to stay
And bring my whole hood out
And have my own parade
Black gold
I purposely wrote this verse
Just to murder this
Member defecate
Disassemble the limbs
Of a ni**a who try and seperate
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 doo-cee-doo competition
Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
Yadda Yadda
A whole lotta yappin'
About my rappin'
When I'm the captain
Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams
Im the comparison 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 destened
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 to your ears bleed
Spit it sicker than these sicker fans
Keep your dick 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 gentelman
Drink away the nights events
Nothing worth remembering
Squad will run up in this b**ch
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 sh*t ha
This type of fire dont extinguish
Now write about some bigger sh*t
You're striking out
Swing and miss
Ring around the rosy homie
Pocket full of pain
I got a lock up on my lane
And triple optic in my brain look
































