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Strange!!
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("And I like it...")
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[Myntric]
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Think quick as I split
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a-toms and bust critical mass through some plastic
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Get hot like saliva but spit like boric acid
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Ditty done run get amped off the wonderman surprise
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Mercury rise, I rock off my greedy little eyes
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Sun, moon, pronouncing the energy is solar
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With tongue numba one I have fun, rockin fuller
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Let me wash the aloe vera from my strands just stop blocking
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The scientific method of the locking, check it
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as I, shoot the ray beam from the moon
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Then rebound off the lunar, get amped off the beats
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and mic get tuned, check the rhythm
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into another dimension for direction
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Arrange when I dissect, rearrange when I'm dissecting
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the flavor, how many does it take to get to the core
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Of a Boo-gie-mon-ster, when he rip it or he's raw
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So, whatcha got, jigga nigga Jugganaut
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I'm strange when I rhyme
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[Vex]
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Well I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast
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Vex the vortex, man of the past
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Livin in the present, and walkin in the future
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H2O's, the flow as I dilute ya
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Twenty-one years now I stand as a man
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Drinking from the ocean crushing mountains in my hand
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The natural one, eighty-four seasons I have come
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Wisdom goes to those that see the sun
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God, iniquity's thicker
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Any black man who draws the blood of another he's a quitter
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Avoid, so go and get a stricken babysitter
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A million dreadlocks throws devil in the picture
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purgatory, just to seckle all that petty talkin deranged
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Boogiemonsters come in strange
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Strange!
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("And I like it...")
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Ha-haha, these kids are nice
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*repeat 5X, 4X - line three*
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[Yodared]
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Mondo McCann, microphone man
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Yodaredsee Milo, dig when his mind expand
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Vex to the rhyme is never social man
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Myntric funk tanker slang a banger fifty grand
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With the Riders of the Storm can yes we can can
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Pack a black attack to evacuate the land
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*together* The empire's falling check the New World Order
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for the slaughter, run for shelter, underwater
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See seventy percent of the world's underwater
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Seventy percent of your body's underwater
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Seventy percent of what we live is out of range
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We rearrange disorder, but niggaz say we strange...
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[Mondo]
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A million and one things in our vocabulary are considered strange
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Some are legendary, some deranged
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But we be not the suck shits cause we explore untouched
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Consider hip-hop a big virgin and we -- AHH
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Remember your first days of course the sex it felt strange
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You blindly explored each other's emotional plane, but hey
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The Boogiemonsters consist of four
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Experimentin from now til forever and we score
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with the Jugganauts the giants, all the way to humans
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Forever buildin hip-hop and if not nigga we're fumin cause we're
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Strange!
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("And I like it...")
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Ha-haha, these kids are nice
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*repeat 9X to fade*
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Strange
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| Boogiemonsters |
