Strangeulation Iv Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Rittz:]

I'm too hot to cool off

Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph

Starving in pursuit of moot law

Flossing, get your coo raw

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 stab 'em and have them inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen

So who the hottest, conversation my name get brought up in

I'm Woody Harrison, this industry is Zombieland

You wanna f..ck 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 fallen off like rotten limbs

I'm making some money, it's making my stomach cringe

I'll never forget it a couple of summers ago I was cooking and scrubbing pans

Drink 'till I get ruckus-spinned

Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the cutless 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 popped a 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 adats

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 despite that I choose dumb shit

Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal

Spit it through this microphone and pull up at your 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

I'm 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

Gut a nigga, stump 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. (Yeah)

[Verse 4 - Krizz Kaliko:]

KALI BABY!

'Ight man Ima 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 an ugly stick and frickin' shook at him, (OKAY)

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 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'm on L, 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 (OKAY)

Yeah I said I'm the best in it, Nigga what?

Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up!

(Okay! Hahaha whatever nigga.)