Lyrical Breakdown of Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Tech N9ne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Tech N9ne's narrative.

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Smoking weed True indeed Sick emcees, presented by Tecca Neez! Check it out Ain't nobody busting, like the nigga with a gun up, in the middle of the west I be the killa with a TEC and I'm a villain with a vest, I gotta fill 'em with effects, then I get it out the way So I can say, what I wanna say Right over the track singing, like the father of Nona Gaye Let's get it on, they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged And check niggas on they grudges, then death shitted on they buzzes That was just the intros, for the family with sin souls But the Gandys with the fem flows, can't stand me, like ten toes I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets Put me up against Hop is thoughtless, not supposed to press partners, stop it Can't compete compare crotches, cockless, taking Tech is too toxic, toss it! Never will the bosses take losses Study cautiousness off this shit! 'Cause some fans are antagonistic Naggin' bitches, raggin' like a stabbin' happened, when I'm havin' hits Get massive sick shit, like I ain't Vlad and vicious, bad and twisted Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted So I frown scarier, when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground, but the crown carrier Get the hound out the mound, and they're bound, marry 'em all together, is how we breaking the sound barrier I'm three-dimensional, we invincible, you saying I'm over, you never see the principle My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid! Bastards! (Hurl bars) Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it Jack it! (World star) How in the fuck am I ripping, and reaching the masses? Asses, faggots, too many back splashes Then a wack black chat hatches, 'cause you napped at rap classes They making a mockery of my painted face But me I resemble our ancestors And these niggas talking stuck, at a fainted pace Still not realizing, this man blessed ya I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great 'Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts How they gonna challenge the Tecca N9na, when your flow's softer, than a Velour scarf? Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts At this moment, I am laying as dead, as before my 2.0 tour starts Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best Tecca N9na ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks Lot of gore in the flow, and I'm born to go, got your whore in the door Taking your chick, 'cause a nigga been up on the Forbes list, now four in a row My religion is followed by little kids College kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the rips and soo-woos Your religion is tainted by money grubbing Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men, that like to do youths So I stick with my technicians No F's given, yeah, this team is a mixture of a few groups This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else If you loving this Tech N9ne, give me three aooh's, and two whoops