Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III - Tech N9ne Collabos/Big Scoob/JL B. Hood

Lyrics by：Tech N9ne Collabos

Composed by：Tech N9ne Collabos

I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians

'Cause this one has been a long time coming

So I called on my big homie Big Scoob

And my lil' homie JL B Hood let's go

Yeah aha Big Fella

Back pushin' that trap s**t to your tracklist

Tecca Ninna's new package Big Fella gon'

Snap b***h

Whip game I'm magic front flips no backflips

Still eatin' old passed whips looky here

These facts b***h yeah

Big Fella y'all know me man show me homie

I'm still the same

I'm a little older got a little colder

I'm still the soldier I'm blowing flames

Time to get what's happening blood

This don't get it I'm acting up

Y'all ain't with it then I'ma go get it

And s**t but it ain't on the back on the bus

Nah I'm just f**kin' with it bickin' back and having fun

Bulls**t I'm having none p***y n***as best hold their tongue

Flip a switch and I'm with the s**t

Get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums

Ignorant with this ignant s**t

And my only wish is you come get some

I told you b***hes where the f**k I'm from

Show you this is where the luck might run

Out for the doubt what you do with yo

Mouth about to be part of the reason

I come and bust my gun

Finicky front wanna be just like them

N***a's a boar be hunted just like one

This no war nor kid time son

It's a warning do nothing dumb

You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's

A real one exists this close to the lead

Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe

The show is a trip and the flow's a disease

Coke gotta fizz got zones of the trees

Never let 'em live let alone let 'em breathe

Not a f**k I could give like f**ks

What are these

Pros we official the hoes Lebanese

Strange got the game in a guillotine choke

Language at aim seen finna be quoted

Then know it ain't my enemy hope

Swank if you can't consider me d**e

Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both

On the bull with a 7 no Tony Kukoc

B***h check into whenever you post

They come out the wood works know whenever you close

You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em

Hard head make a soft a*s lemme get 'em

Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon

Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend

No TI TMI but I'm f**kin' with protection

Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction

Select what I said hope you makin' the connection

We come at a n***a head it come

Off him in a second

Me and Tech got high said we finna do work

Spat hot lava finna shoot first

You expect not vibe I could only do church

If my n***a was alive I am in the booth hurt

Know that I ride why I tell 'em B Hood

You would look odd in my neck of the woods

If I really wanna slide in your h*e I could

But I'm God with a double O y'all know I'm good

Step like I should

I steps like a real should

Papered but still hood we whip it and feel good

Aye we makin' your b***hes feel good

Yanked it and still could we whip it and feel good

I steps like a real should

Papered but still hood we whip it and feel good

Aye we makin' your b***hes feel good

Yanked it and still could we whip it and feel good