Tech N9ne – Strange Lyrics


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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Let's get it on, rap's new phenomenon
Hit 'em up with the flippers and rupture your dome
Me calm down, never you say me song sound like Butch?
You say I'm washed up? Nigga what, what, what?
This is when I kick it, get with this rhythmic syphyilis
Them N9ne rhymes, make 'm go blind every time
On that cannabis, edist, not for a minni mind
But the mind of a gauge (high)
On stage cause minimum wage has me in a maximum rage
Page ma-ster scrap, velociraptor of rap
See me, come tight like a pig in a bikini
Please! All emcees know I be's on my Q's and P's
Even Run-D.M.C.'s, I'm a deadly disease
High voltage, just take a look at the psychosis
Deranged, I claim, damaged plane, atrocious
Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin
My killer flows makes me jerk my Johnson

He's strange and I like it
He's strange just the way he is
Tecca N9na, Tecca N9na (What's up?)
Why you so damn psycho? (Couldn't tell you, baby)

(Makin' rella, baby, flippin' hella, baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Mushroom headed, keeps me prophetic
But the slow-motion makes me see life like a movie
The bombay brother with the ganja stickin it
Gonna stick it if you let it
Come here, but no calming Aaron Donte'
I'll run dancing
Just call me the strangest, straight G, bombay
Distinguish the fuck of shit
From hip-hop comes this
Apocoflips got control of your hips
Its venomous, how the rap metamorphasis
MC corpsesis around me
They found me jacuzzin with my sorcerists
Fire up the paper & get blowed
And roll to a spot with biancs
Then bust holes in these hoes
Cuzz they wanna kill me like they killed Bruce Lee
On the set, no shit
Told my bianca thats what she gets
Middle West flex flows, mics to sex those
Middle West flesh holes, insane brain games
Never that plane Jane

[Verse 3]
I give myself a C-section with a rusty jagged weapon
Bungee wit 100 feet of slack
IN front of my kids with no discretion
Strange days like Julia Lewis and Angela Bassett in a casket
Trippin with the 9
Get your brain blown like a head gasket
Missouri is in the house for the '99 shot
Futuristic ladies love me a whole whole lot
When demons try to do me too
They know they wicked
So I bust if you ain't down with IIIDQ
Who are you!?!
Neena Tech, respect, MidWest Side
For life, grab a mic, and flip it like a dyke
The soundlab got my microchip screwed
Mounfunction, ?, now I'm cool
Pain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, insane triggas
No shame, aim triggas, brain splitters, game quitters? NO!
Grey liver niggas, narcotical strange nigga!

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