[Produced by Seven]

[Intro: Tech N9ne]

For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats, and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much, so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]

Feel the hate when they come around

Little bull better settle down

Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true

See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds

See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep

Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga

They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga

(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)

Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor

When Stevie get to speaking, the plot

Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens

Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)

Learning from the realest slim pickings

I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga

Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout

On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out

Strangeulation two and it's right now

Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch

High pitched, fly shit, falsetto, five words like the bandit lord

I think this weed got me paranoid

Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches

Jurisdiction have so many restrictions

All you niggas is fiction, no conviction

Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission

Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em

All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul

All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family

All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up

Had us upon that midget

Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler Strange

Octane with flame, will leave your bodies decaying

Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim

Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane

Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

[Verse 2: UBI]

Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance

To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have weathered the seasons

They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em

I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of

Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still

And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses

Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load

I know your boy is heavy and heaving

That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us

Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's

Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now

I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about

For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud

Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound

Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction

Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth

Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy

Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history

[Verse 3: Godemis]

I know they want me to put up the pen

And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no

For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though

In a matter of fact I been acting, so

Out of wack and my brain is on overload

I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me

Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'

Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner

And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer

Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind

Get a record that's quite a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind

I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome

Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one

You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from

And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?

Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all

Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball

Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it

We all know the location, come get your face winched

Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)