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  • Strangeulation IV
    (Verse 1: Rittz)
    I am, 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t
    My voices give me choices, just to spite me I choose dumb sh*t
    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 sh*t, speaking through this drum clip
    Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill sh*t
    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 ni**a, pushin' verbs
    Squish my button, you push my nerves, ten toes in the turf
    Not the last or the first, gutta ni**a, 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, ni**a, 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 di*k 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 it'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, ni**a what?!
    Only ni**as that could contest it is rested, dig 'em up!
    Okay! Hahahaha! Whatever, ni**a...
  • [00:00.00]Strangeulation IV
    [00:08.62](Verse 1: Rittz)
    [00:10.25]I am, too hot to cool off
    [00:11.97]Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph, and starving in pursuit of moolah
    [00:15.41]Floss and get your crew robbed, my crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah"
    [00:18.50]I be on tour and sh*t, you get on stage and you get boo'd off
    [00:21.39]You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym
    [00:23.68]I'll stab you and have you inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen
    [00:26.41]So who the hottest? Conversation my name get brought up in
    [00:29.44]I'm Woody Harrelson, this industry is Zombieland
    [00:32.06]You wanna f**k with us, you must've had no common sense
    [00:34.73]I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
    [00:37.36]It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent
    [00:39.79]All them other record labels fallin' off like rotten limbs
    [00:42.69]I'm making some money, it's making their stomach cringe
    [00:44.48]I'll never forget it, a couple of summers ago, I was cooking and scrubbing pans
    [00:47.06]Drink 'till I get drunk and spin
    [00:48.49]Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the Cutlass tint
    [00:51.15]Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in?
    [00:53.82](Verse 2: Prozak)
    [00:54.79]My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain
    [00:57.32]That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains
    [00:59.89]Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain
    [01:02.48]Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)
    [01:05.41]The biggest independent label, pop the champagne
    [01:07.80]We don't need no head now, homie you can keep the change
    [01:10.47]Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein
    [01:13.10]We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains
    [01:15.74]Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back
    [01:18.42]Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adaps
    [01:21.05]Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what's next?
    [01:23.67]Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check
    [01:26.50]Strange outcast step child, call me Damien
    [01:29.23]Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium
    [01:31.81]Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
    [01:34.49]Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien
    [01:37.24](Verse 3: Big Scoob)
    [01:38.62]Appetite destruction, never been no punk sh*t
    [01:41.11]My voices give me choices, just to spite me I choose dumb sh*t
    [01:43.84]Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal
    [01:46.46]Spit it through this microphone and pull up at ya mami's home
    [01:49.10]Jump out on the dumb sh*t, speaking through this drum clip
    [01:51.79]Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill sh*t
    [01:54.54]Cypher without the villain, that's appealin' but it's silly though
    [01:57.18]An army without it's general, an octopi no tentacles
    [01:59.81]Not trying to be subliminal, nothing I do is minimal
    [02:02.44]Heavy hitter, heavy words, push a ni**a, pushin' verbs
    [02:05.12]Squish my button, you push my nerves, ten toes in the turf
    [02:07.79]Not the last or the first, gutta ni**a, stomp the Earth
    [02:10.43]Grippin' metal, I ain't special, on the level
    [02:12.57]Smack your temple with the barrel, not complying, I'm a rebel
    [02:15.17]And I'm fresh up out the ghetto, puppet master, I'm Geppetto
    [02:17.74]Take a minute, you'll get it, ni**a, Scoob did it
    [02:21.00](Verse 4: Krizz Kaliko)
    [02:21.61]Kali Baby! 'Ight man, I'mma do this! I'm kinda nervous
    [02:27.17]The purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here
    [02:29.95]Wide-eyed, listen, look at me in this position
    [02:32.74]Now, I coulda just left you sitting there
    [02:34.42]But Nina told me to pick 'em apart, you're a victim of art
    [02:37.39]K-R-I to the double crooked, look at him
    [02:39.67]He pudgy like they took a ugly stick and frickin' shook at him
    [02:42.70]And I don't stay Gucci down to the linens
    [02:44.88]I'll let you trick off, she jerking my di*k off and grinnin'
    [02:47.56]You can see him, but he just a figment
    [02:48.67]You wanna be him, better get your pigment gone
    [02:50.33]Try to beat him with deliverin'
    [02:51.45]I get belligerent and it's the end of the song
    [02:52.91]And I get a little bit ahead of myself, feel like I'mma melt
    [02:55.53]And I feel like I'm better than everyone else
    [02:56.95]I guess I be rappin' ahead of my wealth
    [02:58.97]I'm the coldest thing since the ice cube
    [03:00.84]Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube
    [03:03.82]Yeah, I said I'm the best in a minute, ni**a what?!
    [03:06.35]Only ni**as that could contest it is rested, dig 'em up!
    [03:09.26]Okay! Hahahaha! Whatever, ni**a...