His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.
Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.
The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”
TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.
With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.
It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”
TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.
Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”
“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”
Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II
Tech N9ne Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
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
Feel the hate when they come around
To the bull that set a doubt
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
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 plead 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 take your name
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
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, two seven and greaser, 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
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 till 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)
The opening lines of the song talk about how Tech N9ne wanted to send some of his classic beats to his artists and see how they recreated the music. He then proceeds to call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to take up the challenge. From there, the song dives into every rapper's journey to success and fame, the hardship they face and the hate they bear from the people around them. The lyrics talk about how the rappers have been doubted, and how they have been accustomed to competition which is really just a contradiction. The song emphasizes on the fact that the rap industry is just filled with gimmicks and fiction. Tech N9ne also talks about the love and respect he has for his team and how they are making “fucking history". Towards the end of the song, the lyrics scream the individuality and the urge to survive that every rapper holds.
The lyrics in Tech N9ne's "Strangeulation II" talk about the struggles that every rapper faces amid the competition and harsh criticism that the industry brings out. It emphasizes how they have to hold onto individuality and work towards bettering themselves to be successful. This song teaches us that no matter how much you hate something or someone, the passion and the willingness to succeed can overcome it all. Tech N9ne's way of writing lyrics is unique, and he has always had an insight into the struggles of the industry which makes his music so relatable.
Line by Line Meaning
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats
I had a desire to share my classic beats
And send 'em to my artists to see what they would come
To see what my artists would create with them
Up with on these beats that I love so much
To see their unique interpretations on these beloved beats
So I wanna call stevie stone and ces cru to murder, let's go
I want to collaborate with Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to create something incredible
Feel the hate when they come around
I can sense the negativity when certain people are present
To the bull that set a doubt
Toward those who spread doubt and disbelief
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
But I also feel the love and know I am talented and genuine
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
I can easily spot the fake people and those who deceive, they can't touch me
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
I have faced challenges and difficulties, but I can see through them
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
I notice the deceitful actions of some of my fans
They gon' (see) see me going h.a.m, getting bigger, nigga
But they will witness my unwavering determination and continuous growth
(talk that shit if you want to hack my tech n9ne plead again)
Feel free to talk negatively about me if you want to experience the wrath of my talents once more
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
Remember me as the unique and unconventional artist
When stevie get to speaking, the plot
When Stevie Stone starts expressing himself
Thickens with and these niggas is vixens
The situation becomes more complex, and these individuals are deceptive
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
The concept of competition is a contradiction in itself
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I gain wisdom from the most genuine sources, despite the limited options
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
I find it amusing how people doubt and criticize me relentlessly
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
Despite the challenges, I have achieved success and sought stability
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
I embrace unconventional and uncommon paths, it's second nature to give someone a chance
Strangeulation two and it's right now
This is the second installment of Strangeulation, and it's happening immediately
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
Let's elevate the intensity and energy, pushing boundaries with fiery passion
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
My rhymes are sharp and captivating, causing a quick impact with just a few words
I think this weed got me paranoid
I may be feeling anxious due to the effects of marijuana
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
I show contempt and disrespect to my enemies, considering them weak and insignificant
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
Legal limitations and boundaries exist in various locations
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
You are all fictional, lacking authenticity and conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
If you provoke me with insults, I will render you unable to continue
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
People will disappear, and my ally will handle the consequences
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
You are all just gimmicks, weak in both physical and spiritual aspects
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
You are all pretending, claiming we are a family when it isn't true
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
You are all vulnerable, I will amplify my attack
Had us upon that midget
All of us were focused on an insignificant target
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I want to hear you mention specific names, acknowledging the uniqueness of Strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
I have unleashed my inner fire, which will leave you in a state of decay
Niggas be playing games, my niggas take your name
You may play games, but my associates will expose your identity
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
You will find yourself in a difficult situation, it's best to stick to your own path
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
Only time will reveal the truth
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
I am dedicating myself wholeheartedly to my team
To ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
To Ces Cru, I have endured and overcome various hardships
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
They have been defeated and are just remnants, ready to be devoured
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
I never trusted them, you deceitful individual, born of a hypocritical preacher
Heaven and jesus, two seven and greaser, separation is still
Heaven, Jesus, 27, and Greaser, there is a division that persists
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
And causing harm, my advice is to focus on accumulating wealth
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
Perhaps you should mind your own business, as if I didn't already bear the weight
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
I understand that my burden is significant and strenuous
That's word to strange and tech the n9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
This is a promise to Strange and Tech N9ne, as they are the best leaders we could have
Since I been with that team I been spinning them g's
Since I joined that team, I have been earning substantial amounts of money
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
Yes, you should definitely believe it, I am now receiving large sums of cash
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
I am surpassing my dreams, so why would I waste time sulking
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Honestly, I will never be content, but I won't express it verbally
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Respect is deserved, I display it, don't take it for granted, my music is well-received
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Calm down, I am carefully selecting my strategies, we will always have a clear path
Guide 'em through the recession proof, should include a confession, truth
I will guide my fans through tough times, while also revealing my own personal truths
Started from the bikini bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
We began from humble beginnings, and though we have achieved success, there is still something suspicious
Twenty sixteen, strange music, making some fucking history
In 2016, Strange Music was making significant and memorable contributions to the music industry
I know they want me to put up the pen
I know there are those who want me to stop writing
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
But I will never quit rapping, it's not going to happen
For the minutes that I been in it
Because I have been in this industry for quite some time
I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
I may be overlooked, but I am still lethal and applaud-worthy
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
In fact, I have been performing and expressing myself
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
My mind is chaotic and overwhelmed
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
I don't reach out to others, and no one reaches out to me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Perhaps I don't need a phone anymore
Guess I won't pay the bill and the villain is
Seems like I won't pay my phone bill, and I'll be seen as the antagonist
Spillin' venom in him till i'm a goner
Sharing my poisonous thoughts until I meet my demise
And haters are catering to me with
And my haters are serving me
Wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Desiring my downfall and hoping for my continued losses
Idiot, you're just making me stronger
You're just making me more resilient, fool
Wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
If you want to harm me, then simply ignore me
Get a record to spot a bit longer
Get a longer career span before criticizing
If you don't feel me then get on your grind
If you don't understand or appreciate me, then focus on improving yourself
I don't mean to be mean but the measure
I don't intend to be harsh, but the fact remains
Is simple when you try to weather the outcome
The truth is evident when you attempt to endure the consequences
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season
Nowadays, I don't require a motive, I can dominate any time period
In fact I am better without one
In fact, I excel when I have no reason or motive
You don't know anything about heat or the
You have no understanding of pressure or the
Temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
Intensity of the circumstances I arise from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people
And I don't view you as equal to others
Where the fuck is your album?
Why haven't you released an album yet?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all
To you, this is just a hobby, and it's clear that
Ain't knowing to measure at all
You have no concept of success or accomplishment
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with godi
I excel in this profession for my own enjoyment, and I can't be compared to anyone
I'm sick with a medicine ball
I am filled with strength and vitality
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
I don't care about their opinions or criticism, as we are well aware that they are just haters
We all know the location, come get your face winched
We all know where you are, so come face the consequences
Strangeulation reloaded! (fuck)
This is a new and powerful version of Strangeulation! (defying expectations)
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Donnie King, Michael Summers, Mike Viglione, Stephen Williams, Aaron Yates
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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)
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
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