Earregular

The Great Omnipotent Doc Strange is my name!

Six-six-triple-eight-four-six-nine-nine-three

Never don't try find me

Why? Why? Cause I'm lost in the clouds

N9ne? Earregular boss in the house

[Verse 1]

I don't hear what you hear, nigga

Because I hear different you label me a wierd nigga

I like that, and I like mixing dark and some clear liquor

For the night cap, although we ain't the same I cheers with ya

Then I'm right back, listning to doors records

While I get groupie whores naked

If it's a blood and gore message, in a movie I'll sure catch it

My brain's a vorplex it, got many levels, your message

Make a nigga want to ignore that shit, y'all pissy poor, that's it

Intricate bred I'm a bit, pompous, if I want it, that I'mma get

While you're mad at your bitch

Cause you know she at the back of the bus kissing the tat on my dick

You gotta be sick, then I had her, thick anatomy, hit with the flattery tricks

Stagger these raggety battery pricks

Snake and bat ain't average, that'll be quits

On one, two, three, my nigga!

Doing four much with five, I be, my nigga!

Six thousand and seven hundred degrees, my river!

Eight earregular mind state, but it fried N9ne's liver, huh?!

[Hook]

(x2)

Earregular, we're nebula

Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya

Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya

Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas!

[Verse 2]

I know that my style is diff'rent!

Meanwhile I get frowns and lips bent

He better know, we let it go, flee, never throw, glee at a ho, see that a pro

Will make the sounds breaking down the distance

I get my psyche blown, when I sit and write these songs

Then I fuck with my Nikes on:

"Plop, plop, plop, plop!"

To the women it might be wrong, cause in the middle of the night he gone

And the wife of the night she's home:

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

So many sicknesses that I get medicine, I get it up off a nigga

But it can never disappear, I know many get with this

But it's a couple of really stupid individuals looking for the N9na fate

Cause I innovate, and I be the Yates, they can disintegrate

Guess my sin it begins with the number before ten

And being a clown, always been and raised!

When I rhyme my design isn't mindless

You can find Tech, flowing up the divine stretch

Never spineless, spider K's a rhyme vet

And we ain't the only earregular since I got Stevie, Mayday and I signed Ces

[Hook]

(x2)

Earregular, we're nebula

Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya

Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya

Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas!

[Verse 3]

Y'all motherfuckers stuck on stupid

(Duh!)

I tried to slow it, but my flow's no lucid, thing

I gotta be clever to do

"This Ring"

You can feel it if you 67 or you 15

("Aggin!")

Yeah, that's

"nigga"

backwards, Tech N9ne be that spitter master

With a Cris, with her mugs, and I'm with a grasher

Let a chick on the bus and I'm finna smash her

Could have been a bastard

Swimming in cash and the laughter, I'mma sinner faster

Better get a pastor

[Hook]

(x2)

Earregular, we're nebula

Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya

Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya

Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas!