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letra de stratus fear - x-raided

[intro: tech n9ne]
arise, x-raided
to a new beginning
new life

[verse 1: tech n9ne]
hey, hey come disrespectful and get a melee
feeling regretful a n-gga may say
that the n9na with the x go bit of ye cray
if they don’t give what they pay
we’re not here to play play grave digger spray
pray make ’em really hit the a bay bay
in a grave they lay
game of death and get a paid vacay
wake up, wake up, stop the fake f-cks
like a s-x doll, hеck naw
eat the beat like a vеt when it’s tech in a mess hall
i’ma bless y’all, but you n-ggas don’t want me that tall
f-ck it let’s crawl then i come up and run up the checks dawg
then i’m fresh all at the met ball
in a bulletproof vest, i’ma best draw
beat the beat up like i do to pudding
stratus cloud is what is to the footing
n-ggas swinging at the air like cuba gooding
but your arms are too short to box with g’s
so you don’t wanna be a opp to me
cleverly i spit, muhf-ckas can’t even see my sh-t even in a colonoscopy, so
[chorus 1: tech n9ne]
don’t gimmie no fake, don’t gimmie no false
don’t gimmie no fraud, nah!
don’t gimmie no hate, don’t gimmie no hiss
don’t gimmie no hype, blah
don’t gimmie no phonk, no deceiving
nor one of us leaving this evening
don’t gimmie no zip, don’t gimmie no salt
don’t gimmie no sh-t, nah!

[tech n9ne]
they fear the ascension of the lyricists
so when we go up
they stay down n-gga

[chorus 2: tech n9ne]
a lot of us
never wanna see a n-gga shooting up beyond the clouds
they cannot adjust
so they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way
and clog us up
try to really hold back everything my mouth say
i gotta buss, n-gga never had no stratus fear about me

[verse 2: x-raided]
who the f-ck let these n-ggas on the scene
nightmares no dreams they scream
they extremely scheme, we reign supreme
ain’t big as they seem, i’ve seen they streams
he wanna wear the crown, but he ain’t no king
they ain’t in his genes, ’cause he ain’t no g
low wealth, it’s lean, low self-esteem
octagon or the ring, bet it ain’t no thing
wake up, wake up, time to make bucks
so generous, f-ck fake snakes, so slitherous
various venomous vipers befriended us
tried to show love but the hate was continuous
the whole relationship was very tenuous
tried to lift ’em up, but it was strenuous
they kept offending us
and now they hate x
i’m an original n-gga, their apex
they’re unoriginal n-ggas, they ape x
willing to spray tec’s at those who hate tech
high-tech like a tesla
my nine atcha neck for my paycheck
i haven’t ate yet
so hungry i’m outta here leaving the troposphere
don’t feel a drop of fear, just call me sp-cex
[chorus 2: tech n9ne]
a lot of us
never wanna see a n-gga shooting up beyond the clouds
they cannot adjust
so they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way
and clog us up
try to really hold back everything my mouth say
i gotta buss, n-gga never had no stratus fear about me

[bridge: x-raided]
can’t touch this like hammer but i did not stammer
watch your grammar please
don’t gimmie no stress, don’t gimmie no cess
don’t gimmie no bammer weed

[chorus 1: tech n9ne]
don’t gimmie no fake, don’t gimmie no false
don’t gimmie no fraud, nah!
don’t gimmie no hate, don’t gimmie no hiss
don’t gimmie no hype, blah
don’t gimmie no phonk, no deceiving
nor one of us leaving this evening
don’t gimmie no zip, don’t gimmie no salt
don’t gimmie no sh-t, nah!

- x raided

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