Strangeulation IV (Explicit)-Tech N9ne Collabos/Big Scoob/Prozak/RittZ

[Verse 1: Rittz] I'm, 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 f**k 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? [Verse 2: Prozak] 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 [Verse 3: Big Scoob] 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 [Verse 4: Krizz Kaliko] 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, n***a what?! Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up! Okay! Hahahaha! Whatever, nigga...