[Intro: Tech N9ne]
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Strange Music! I know yaĄŻll see us!
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YaĄŻll saw that Forbes list 2 years in a row, nigga, donĄŻt play!
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And we still doing it!
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Harder than most of yaĄŻll motherfuckers out there, y'all know it!
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IĄŻm bout to show you right here, check it out
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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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I been reppin' heavy to all you tardy cats
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While you gettin' over with ya piss and farty raps
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Been smokin' hella enough to bring Bob Marley back
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I still kill 'em all but I gotta shake 'em like where the party at
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Let up ya dresses, confess it, Tech is impressive
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His message, eff, it, stretches from Zacatecas through Texas
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I'm excessive with breasts-es
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When I press it, meshes make messes
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That's where the sex is, it breakfast
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Yes, they blessed as Hugh Hef is!
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I round the foes with all kind of flows
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Time for the N9ne because I'm the chosen
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Never gotta be foolish to get the dough
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Like a lot of you actin' up, percievin' to get a ho
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You don't wanna have to fight on my card
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I give the type of choppin' that should be barred
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I'm gonna shoot beyond the stars, you try to disregard
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[Hook x2]
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My shit is hard! Constipated
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They wonder why so killa, cuz a monster made it
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My shit is hard! I'm the greatest
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Look around, that's why everybody's congregated
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[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
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Moon stricken, yeah, they think I'm crazy
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When they ask me how I rap so quick I say poon-lickin'
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Don't play my shit, you'll have everyone in the room bitchin'
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Doomed iffin' you got ravished and now my tomb's kickin'
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Four scores seven years a ho
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Knockin' em down with me, 99 beers to go
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Chuggin' around 50, mix the 'lou then cheers to slow
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Muthafuckas who never loved us simply cause they feared the flow
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Spit lyrics to get vicious rippers to get the pit
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Diss this and get whipped, hit this trick with this pistol grip
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Bitch, this is the fifth, if suspicious here's a stiffen of this
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Sniffin' this - Wait, what was I sayin'?
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[Hook]
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[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
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Just when your coat off you enter the rain
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Two dolla haters yeah I'm a be a vender for change
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Sender of pain see ya lady I'm a lend her the thang
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And she gonna take it from me and the newest member of Strange
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[Verse 3: Murs]
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Crews get assassinated castles all crumble
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Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble
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Words to live by now I die by a strange code
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About to kill this verse they call me Murs if you ain't know
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I dont rap fast ima leave that up to tech and em
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Ces, Bernz, Krizz, Rittz, Wrek and the rest of them
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Zero estrogen my heart it only pumps lava
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DNA is black mamba with a little chupacabra
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I'm a monster I'm a problem I'm a motherfuckin' beast
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I'm a red nosed pit off the motherfuckin' leash
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I'm a livin' fucking legend man the rest of y'all just walking dead
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Feral with a arrow call me Daryl takin' off my head
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Tech N9ne]
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It's getting to the point where
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I don't even wanna work with rappers no more man
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All these years trying to get 'em all to see
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Now I just wanna do what I been doin'
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Just makin' music for my technicians to bang
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You know what I'm sizzlin'?
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Bang! Bang! Bang! For strange!
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Bang! Bang! Bang! We're gonna bang! For Strange!
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Hard (A Monster Made It)
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| Tech N9ne |
