[Chorus] I hope y'all motherfuckers glad I came Strange Music won't ever be the same
[Tech N9NE] "Ask-ask-ask-ask-why I'm the strangest" (repeats throughout)
[Intro] What up though? It's Murs This throwback shit for all the Strangers Let's go Curtiss King on the beats You know who that is on the hook
[Verse 1] Straight out the underground into the mainstream The California kid cliqued up with the Strange team Swing like a couple hundred swords when I say things Crowned in this rap game, on thrones I remain king Fire breathing lyrics hotter than Khaleesi is, burn 'em Now your favorite rapper hotter than he think he is Fill in the Dylon reference The game ain't been the same since the icon left us A stand up dude but ain't shit funny When they say you ain't the greatest cause you ain't getting money But back when I was broke I was doper than most of them Known to grab the microphone snap like I broke something Rappers coming at me, gun's blazing won't smoke nothing They need to turn them into journalists trying to quote something Murder they careers, I'm America's most wanted Sprinklin' their ashes on a blunt, yelling smoke something
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[Verse 2] A lot of rappers say they different but they sound the same Run around bite each others style without an ounce of shame Me, I've been Strange before the dreadlocks grew out Dropped the major labels, shook the liquor, took a new route Close attack the radio, so I align with the rebels Underground recording in the basement of the devil But rhyme at God level, I'm superior yet similar People say they peep the DNA and see my signature Menace throwing mics, I treat rap like its sacred Young conscious brothers still trapped in the matrix Offer me the red or blue, I went and took the purple pill Trippin it 'til Tech and Trav offered me the perfect deal Now worth a mil, I work to kill for the snake and bat Fans see the skill and beat is real, ain't no faking that Take it back to '91, go platinum with the beads on Back to resurrect this rap culture that they sleep on
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[Verse 3] We made Mursday the world favorite holiday Thank you based God, namaste Hallelujah, hope the lord is with you all the way Hope you have a nice life is what I'm trynna say A million angels got my back, born from L.A So you should really watch your mouth with what you trynna say Since my last video I heard I'm kinda gay I just ate my wife pussy, I'm Ok Nowadays everybody wanna share they song Music ain't worth the make up ice that they shared it on Rapping on the same track, them niggas with the parasol Get a couple clicks on Soundcloud and they swear they on But ain't got the stamina to carry on Can't sprint to the finish, it's a marathon A year later, lookin' around like where they gone? Disappear like panties on Nicki, when she wear a thongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
