Letra de Roll Call - Tech N9ne Collabos

(Feat. King Iso, Joey Cool, JL, Lex Bratcher, Rittz, X-Raided)

Strangers come out to play

(Wyshmaster on the beat)

Strangers come out to play

I am A-Aaron, I’m everywhere like say Breyon

I don’t like the false and fakes they spawn

So when the tapes on I spray napalm

Don’t like the way lake Lanier was made race dom-

-Ination hate I get impatient, mate

When I hear an amazing break

So when invasion wakes, I play Draymond, uh

Ceiling fan in the winter, micro dose in the cinema

A winner feelin' grand when I'm in her, healin' fans in a sprinter

I go both grim and sinister, I mess with the rare ones

Never rollin' with the scare-some

Proclamation from the mayor done

It's really no comparison, my energy, beware, never glare, bums

My aura's something like a flare gun, or Bruce Leroy

I'ma Troost B. Boy, and I boost thee noise, and I do be poised

But with the swimmin' I am who's devoid

Don't ever make a goofy choice

And lie profusely, we spooky, and you p'noid (Rrr)

I used to like a lusty life

Now I need that like a Muslim (Bruh) need Christ

Don’t let nobody touch me twice

If they don’t know it’s rude to say "it must be nice"

Like I’m bumping Lyfe

Jennings I’m winning but in the beginning

Them plenty didn’t love King Is-O

I’m rude my name is, I just said it

Got problems? Dead it!

For beef I Bun B fries

There ain’t a large or medium, better call and speak to one

Hit you all with what you call a front seat right

I’m from the zero making a hundun c-notes

An unsung hero making the sluts sing why?

Repping the middle where Malcolm Little hailed after getting held in a psychiatric prison cell

Had to spit it but what you finna spit, it didn’t sell, laughter!

Now they wanna copy me saying "mental health matters"

Killa Rel's back to makin' infidels have to get on their knees and pray and then they yell "Master!"

I’m getting brain from a dame with a Yale Master's

Red fitted cap on like I’m finna yell "MAGA!"

The fuck is you talkin' like Strange Music is over fool

Giving ‘em all the platinum and gold records you know it too

Even the one Iso produced, steppin' on y'all in soldier boots

Now fix how you talking like engineers up in the vocal booth

I’m in the gym while men try stoning you

God body, the source, time to get my quotable

Big time to little ones, a bit microbial

I’m takin’ all fades, that go for the fake homies, too, and I bet that I'm

Never gonna be defeated

Money never be depleted

Anymore, folks don’t need it

'Cause the energy so completed

Roll call

Sayin' my crew tough, ok, ok I know

So raw

Gotta turn this up, ok, ok, I know

If you waiting for me to give a crap, better have a lunch packed

I ain’t even upset, I ain’t got a "What!" left

I ain’t really with it you dig it, you lookin suspect

Everybody know I’m a chemist, I’m cooking up, jack, Muggs voice

You ain’t got enough coupons

You couldn’t afford it, you gonna need a Groupon

You witnessin’ Joey C in his evolution

They knew me as Taven but I put Joey Cool on (Let’s go)

I would like to formally give apology

Acknowledging anyone and everyone I ain’t offended yet

Got a gentlemen philosophy

It done been the policy ever since the people saw me on the internet

At the restaurant with the upper echelon

A heavy one, I can show you how to pick a proper dinner set

I had a conversation out with the delegation

Check it check it my ninja, that’s usually where the winners at

Real One, Swank Lord, Coolie Baby or The Chairman

Me and Trav' skirted off in the McLaren

Circle way too small for the square ones

Man ya heard big Tech, it’s a Roll Call

And we still DIBKIS, man I told y’all, so raw

So we gone ball

Hold my 'Mana, yo, I’m 'bouta make a phone call, brrt

Hello, I’m high, how’re you, tada mean I’m JL the night owl who

Got you wired to fire flower, I got firepower too

With the WTF out of the side I’ll do

Wild crew yeah we blessed

No crowd ‘round knew what the end of the tunnel’s like

Yes I'll climb through from the stomach come growl sounds

But gals mouth droll, turn me up and consequently the AL-Pines blew

Whew, whew, how’s y’all view?

Word to Coo the ceiling drop namaste on it

Find a piece when they wonder where I be

Way down in the jungle deep

Baby girl put your weight on it

What’s popular homie really poppin’ blockin' the boulevard

We shooting a movie pop up on me gassing the woodie spark

Got my name in the discussion don’t forget the B. Hood part

Top up, top of the morning I’m off to a good start

Good heart, same crew, same facts

Tito’s or mi casamigos, we cashing in rain checks

I done said too much, too many ain't catch

Lookin for something, I'ma have to put on the chain wax

I be with the predators at the apex, and we all triumphant

Listen to me and don’t skip a song, I love it

You said I was history I was on the wrong side of it

Blaow!

It's Lex, I ain't luthin' (Take the grill out)

I'm gracin' lanes like name's Suki

When feminine brains study Yates

You get the dame fans saying

"She need to get a chain from Strange Music"

She with the flavor, she make it rain, inclusive

Been bringing the pain so the naysayers don't do it

And even if pay ain't arranged I'll always bang Bat and Snake so that iron'll bang on Beirut shit

And I be killing ol' reeling motherfuckers with the IG videos

I keep feeling those hypebeasts copy my lead but I know

High key, I'm thee sight see when in Rome

Might be in her phone

She wanting I, said she made of candy, her and her friend probably wanna go

Tie me nicely, guide me to the O

After the "I-E, I-E", send 'em home

Ooh, these onlookers wanna be watching all my progress

Truly got the mobs hooked on my ramen, got Maruchan

Soon these newer groupies will see the very prophet

Spoon full of booger sugars, the drug dealing Mary Poppins

Very confidently burying opps in the necropolis

Fairly 'bout my "bawk bawk", Nando's-Peri, my favorite option

To eating haricot vert with High Deaf' and Joey at Azaba

Plotting on how we rockin' all of the crowds that Tech has brought us and we obviously

Never gonna be defeated

Money never be depleted

Anymore, folks don’t need it

'Cause the energy so completed

Roll call

Sayin' my crew tough, ok, ok I know

So raw

Gotta turn this up, ok, ok, I know

I'm the X-R-A-I-D-E-D

Hot spitter, the Blocc figure from GBC

Me and my co-d assisted more Star Wars than R2D2 and CP3

OG, what you over there lookin' all hard for?

Mad I'm the one your lady legs stay ajar for

Neverending Story, Falkor

Get it jumping like parkour

I came to Strange from the West

With a brain full of anger and death

I was deranged and depressed

I had a heart full of pain and the stress

Was enough to put a strain on my chest

(Bang!) Don't ever put a stain on my rep

I'll put the flame on your flesh

The gang started to change how they stepped

Once Trav' put the chain on my neck

Ain't got the range or the depth

For me to have me to explain or impress you

But that ain't what I came to express

Arrr! Shiver me timbers, you so brave

I didn't remember, I forgot to be afraid

I'll get the clippers and take your fade

I'll put you in the blender even if you a member

You ain't certified, you pretender

There's no hope, not a glimmer

I'm an angel and a demon, I'm a saint and a sinner

And I'm just getting started but I ain't no beginner

Homie I been up for days on a bender

Then I put the ink to the page like a printer

I came to a simmer

Started rocking stages, Mesa to Denver

I signed a deal then I became a Strange representer

They bitter, my chain and my bracelet, it shimmer like glitter

If that's your girlfriend, better get her

She told me let me give you head 'cause she a giver

I got hoes all around the globe, no Tinder

I came and left her hangin' like a blazer at coat check

Blue diamonds in the watch, what you thought it was, topaz?

Waking up to a thot I thought was hotter than CHROMAZZ

Eating some crab cakes, hollandaise and a poached egg

It's hard to process my process

I'm so next level, could smell the cigar smoke on a goat's breath

I'm grotesque, I enjoy provokin' your wokeness

These broke hoes get they throat stretched for a show pass, uh

Why you so mad at me? Bitch, don't be that way

Maybe I'm like Stevie J and I'm in need of Faith

Maybe I'm bitter because you don't consider me a great

I might've started CNT but I ain't never leaving Strange

Tech told me kill 'em, get a shovel and a coffin

Shittin' on rappers, go hit the switch on the exhaust fan

They thought that I was down but really I was playin' possum

I'm Strange affiliated, yea-uh-yea, yea-uh-yeah, CA-UH-COSM!

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