[Intro: DJ Doc] Strangers come out to play (Wyshmaster on the beat) Strangers come out to play
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 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 use 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
[Verse 2: King Iso] 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
[Hook] Never gonna be defeated Money never be depleted Anymore, folks don't need it 'Cause the energy so completed Roll call See ‘em like "Who tough?" ok, ok I know So raw Gotta turn this up, ok, ok, I know
[Verse 3: Joey Cool] 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
[Verse 4: JL & Yung Prez] 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 It's our climb through from the stomach come growl sounds The gas mask too, cherry dippin' and consequently the alpine's blue Whew, whew, how's y'all view? Where the crew the ceiling drop now I stay 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 on me, casamigos, we catching the 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!
[Verse 5: Lex Bratcher] It's Lex, I ain't luthin' (Get the grill on) 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 Azabu Plotting on how we rockin' all of the crowds that Tech has brought us and we obviously
[Hook] Never gonna be defeated Money never be depleted Anymore, folks don't need it 'Cause the energy so completed Roll call See ‘em like "Who tough?" ok, ok I know So raw Gotta turn this up, ok, ok, I know
[Verse 6: X-Raided] 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
[Verse 7: Rittz] 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, C-COSM!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.