Strangeulation II
08. Tech N9ne Lyrics


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Deevil!
Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt
Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons as if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen
Got it, my brain is rotted
I swear to God that I'm not it
I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
Ain't nothing to it but to do; it i'm a mummy rappin
So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation

Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
Nobody comparing 'em better
I put shit together
America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
Small talkin' to get you wet up
Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas
This ain't no random some leekage
Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
The spieces
Strangeland we rain on your region
Meatwagon I come I be taggin' 'em
Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
Got three magnums gaggin' em out
You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
I'm tappin' 'em out

Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
About to make the world forget about what a major is
Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy

I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em




I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score

Overall Meaning

In "Strangeulation II," Tech N9ne and three other rappers in the Strange Music label, Devilboy, Stevie Stone, and Murs showcase their lyrical prowess in a fast-paced, rapid-fire rap. Each verse touches upon different themes of darkness, braggadocio, and social commentary.


The first verse is delivered by Devilboy, who raps about his affinity for demonic elements and aggression towards society. The lyrics carry dark and violent themes, touching upon suicide, demon possession, and execution by hanging. The second verse is delivered by Stevie Stone, who juxtaposes violence with success and confidence. He boasts about his fame and skill in rap while threatening violence against his haters. The third verse, rapped by Murs, showcases his pride in his independent rap career, critiques the rise of autotune, calls out other rappers, and references his preference for eating period blood.


One interesting fact about the song is that it is the second installment of three parts of the Strangeulation series, which features multiple Strange Music artists. Another interesting fact is that the album it is featured on, Strangeulation Vol. II, was released in 2015 and debuted at #15 on the Billboard 200 charts. Additionally, the album features guest appearances from other well-known rappers such as Eminem, Krizz Kaliko, and Bernz.


In terms of its musical structure, the song features a fast-paced, choppy beat produced by Seven, which complements the rapid and intricate lyrics delivered by each rapper. The song also uses a variety of sound effects such as gunshots and vocal samples to add to its aggressive tone.


Unfortunately, the exact chords for this song are not available as it is solely a rap song that primarily relies on beats and lyrical delivery instead of a melody played on an instrument.


In summary, "Strangeulation II" is a rap song that showcases the lyrical skills of four different rappers affiliated with the Strange Music label. It contains themes of darkness, aggression, and social commentary, and is backed by a fast-paced beat produced by Seven. The song is a part of the Strangeulation series and is featured on an album that debuted in the top 20 of the Billboard 200 charts.


Line by Line Meaning

Deevil!
Starting the song off with a menacing tone.


Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
Hope for eternal damnation.


Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt
Experienced pain as a felonious seller.


Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons as if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen
Feels possessed while living among demons.


Got it, my brain is rotted
Admitting to having a decayed mind.


I swear to God that I'm not it
Disavowing a negative identity.


I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
Accepting fate as a noose tightens.


I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
Not currently under the influence but with excess energy.


Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
Entering the rap circle with a fresh appearance despite smelling unpleasant.


Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
Identifying as a subversive against authority.


Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
Urging others to stop complaining since it isn't a harmful action.


Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
Asking for confirmation on perceived greatness.


Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
Feeling secure despite being affiliated with evil.


They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
Anticipating a provocation and preparing to respond.


Ain't nothing to it but to do; it i'm a mummy rappin
Claiming ease in the rap game despite being like a mummy.


So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
Urging listeners to either show support or disdain for the group criticized.


Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
Identifying as Jason and promoting Strangeulation.


Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
Introducing Stevie Stone and claiming intelligence.


Nobody comparing 'em better
No one is superior to Stevie Stone.


I put shit together
Composing rhymes efficiently.


America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
Proudly claiming to be the most complex rap artist.


Small talkin' to get you wet up
Casually chatting before attacking.


Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
Asserting willingness to slay fellow musicians.


The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
Desiring the rush of adrenaline from a successful venture, even if it involves violence.


Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
Embarrassing rivals before they can succeed.


And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
Remaining persistent and unfazed by counterattacks.


Get busy on niggas
Preparing to attack again.


This ain't no random some leekage
Refuting the erroneous notion of coincidences.


Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
Receiving attention from female admirers.


The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
Referring to two distinct icons, both important to the artist.


The spieces
Asserting dominance over the industry.


Strangeland we rain on your region
Announcing the Strange Music team's dominance.


Meatwagon I come I be taggin' 'em
Arriving at the scene and leaving a signature mark.


Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
Confining competitors in groups of three.


Got three magnums gaggin' em out
Killing opponents with three Magnum handguns.


You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
Continuing to overpower detractors despite their weak efforts.


I'm tappin' 'em out
Forcing opponents to tap out of the competition.


Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Mocking record labels for signing less successful or less mainstream artists.


Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
Boasting numerous talents and virtues.


I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Acknowledging how humble origins led to great achievements.


Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
Being an underdog but still intimidating established musicians.


And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
Reflecting on the risk of entering new territory.


About to make the world forget about what a major is
Pursuing independent success and ignoring big name labels.


Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
Controlling the industry with independent power.


My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
Ignoring rivals despite their desire for acknowledgement.


And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
Setting a high standard for musical talent.


He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
Listing specific rappers as acceptable singers.


But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
Poking fun at own inability to sing.


Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
Rejecting autotune and anticipating better musical innovation.


And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Boasting about the superiority of Strange Music.


Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
Dismissing the possibility of rivals surpassing his own team.


And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
Allocating profits fairly.


I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
Identifying as a representative of true hip hop.


I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
Comparing self to a film director and asserting dominance in the rap game.


Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
Boasting that self is superior to even assaulting a religious figure.


Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
Revealing a group of people revving their engines and creating a simile.


Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
Conveying enjoyment in the act of creating and consuming.


I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
Rejecting the need for approval, indicating a confident demeanor.


I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
Threatening physical harm and playing on a related menstruation pun.


I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
Bringing a shocking sexual reference to the lyrics.


What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
Asking what it would take to outdo competitors.


Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
Expressing the ease and sharpness with which opponents are defeated.


No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
Claiming creative superiority in a specific genre and moving on.


I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
Threatening violent action.


I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
Boasting about being far more advanced and even using the head of a competitor to progress further.


I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
Offering a small win if self were to lose overall.


My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
Identifying as a fighter who's prepared for any challenge or conflict.




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N. Labelle

I had a car drive by playing the words of the your not cool like us rapps , and I think, yeap, I'm not gonna be able to show that up, I got no money, no ins with the mayor, no special privilege that allows me to hang a double barrel engraved 12 over my shoulder with the war stare scanning through the facade of the social worlds hip ways, I get me and myself and my right to freedom, I unfortunately cannot be threatened and sleep in my residence at night without walking outside in bare feet without backup, without weapons, and standing my ground...
Not as a hands up gang signs flying, finger pointing "what!?" Man. Unless it's a present threat attempting to physically engage me, like when they auditorally engage me, with loud music and the post up vehicle, I am forced (due to law and the fact that I'm being surveilled and egged on to commit public disturbances by they that roll up to my residence in tinted windows and the bass rap playing, nobody I know, all strangers to me, it's been 4 years of it, when left alone I'm eagerly waiting for dragonflies to show up and I'm filming the crows taking images of them with their eye membrane shut, and showing pictures of jet black crows with lightning green eyeballs, and nowhere else do I see such epically gangster perspectives of the crows, photography buffs say "yea but it's photoshopped to look that way" when i get a picture of a wasps eyeball, and it's got a hexagonal pattern within it, cause the lighting was just right, OR the (check my YouTube channel profile pic ; ls030390, the dragon, I filmed that in the sky, I have the full video on my channel (dragon at 46seconds) all people that see it, say "yea I guess I maybe see a bit of dragon figure" or they are mocking me and fronting with that bass rap and trying to get me to be focused on them instead of living my own life, but when I stand outside and face them, there's no feedback, just gangster beat sounds, and CIVILIANS acting like theyr not even in my shit with that stuff.
So I forever think of this Tech beat, the true pride and real men that don't rap diss but lyrically and straight flush own the shit, and the white man that is not wearing chains or strutting, but walking the path alone of the honorable warrior spirit, telling himself, "if they shoot, duck and run....AT that car, jump through the fuckin window, and gain victory, if you don't die," and instead of playing them songs...... Praying for the strength to be able to do anything but freeze and defecate myself if today's the day I'm shot at..... No I don't consider the village I'm in as that world, but I do have 4 years of witnessing countless different cars and strangers fronting like threats, and as I type this shit, the sirens of the authorities are blaring as they pass my location, then shutting off after they get half blocks away......
I get Guantanamo style threated to shut my mouth and quit stating the truth as I live it, I can't have a firearm anywhere near me, cause they are labeling me some terroristic shit head as I single handedly scream my responses at the fake fronting FUCKS ...
It's not cool reputation points for me, it's "your gonna attack my peace? Your gonna be acting like your the boss of me and got me shook, and getting immunity to be the ruthlessly targeting force to me? Tell me where to go, I'll be walking the sidewalk and being there, I've been fucked with to the point I get my groceries and cashier's that don't know me never met me are nervous as I line up, cause the 'gangster' Rollin bass beat fronters, film me as I scream my responses at them, "waiting for me to run after your car, so you can stand by as I get jailed for the response to the 4 year threaty shit? And I say everything I feel about it, doing my utter best to translate what I see and what the fuck I am willing to do to simply not be fucked with by anyone that cannot actually cause me to cash in my reason for continuing this rat cage style threat and soul attack shit against me and mocking the truth of all creation as they do it ....
I get to the field I think I'm gonna get shot down in, 3 years ago, when they fronted with me and I thought it was real shit, a rubber mallet to defend myself, and a proper casual fucking not looking over shoulder, standing in the middle of a grass field awaiting what I thought may be gangstyle attack me vs countless unknowns...

I get to where I planned for an hour to just stand, the moon and Mars are in the southeast , a massive, bright orange, holy fireball of a shooting star, with a streaming trail of bright fire orange trailing behind it, about 5 full seconds it was screaming down the sky, in the direction I happened to chose to face, directly between the moon and Mars, and my day of birth being march 3rd, Mars being my spiritual orbital, and tne shooting star being mars orange.......

What am I saying??

Testimony.

Maybe I gotta check up with my tuff guy war talk, but I literally do my best to state for all who'll listen, because it's always seeming to be a thing tjat involves tje whole world, and I don't want to actually live if I'm stuck being fronted upon by political Actors playing gangster as my friends die around me and I'm too distracted by fraudulent gangsters that won't fuck with me when I'm not at my residence,



Filip Ljumovic

[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

[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, five settle, 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
I'm contained 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)

[Ubiquitous:]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered 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

[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 to spot 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)



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Used

Stevie's stepping his game up big time, he killed it!

Terp the Bandit

+AlreadyUsedBruh Hell yeah. I remember when he did Stranger with Tech and this is the first time I've listened since then. I can't even believe that this is the same guy.

Used

+James Klarkowski Right! First song I heard was New Kid Comin which was great... But this is fire.

SlabBeats

I thought the use of nigga every five seconds was annoying.

Used

+josh Yeah but the difference is he's got bars to go with it unlike rappers like Wayne

Jonathan Holbrook

YES SIR

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lparkwayl

Hardest verse to perform exactly how it was recorded IS Stevie’s. The amount of pressure on his vocal chords and diaphragm is amazing and not easy to do in the style he did gotta respect that shit

The Gloss Villian

Not really, I'm a death metal vocalist and that's easy as shit.

James Strouse

Hell to the Damn no that ain't Easy! Even for a metal head

Zach Odom

Interesting secrete to this industry u spoke on outloud that most dont get to see or hear about. Its serious on both the work and the talent. And this is just them turnerned up 45 to 50 percent of what I can see skill and talent wise. So really it seema to just get better. I just found it interesting for an artist to speak . u hace to be to know about the diaphragm pressure. So it turned my head. Kinda rare end rant now lol

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