Strange March ¡MAYDAY! (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung & Ces Cru)
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[Intro: Bernz]
Uh-huh, what we have here is a failure to communicate
Come on
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Grrr, gimme that bassline
That bassline
Put that bassline in there
[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
With all this killin' goin' on, did I forget to mention how?
We're Strange Music bitch, so I got your attention now?
It wasn't the decade grind that I put in the dented ground
Or the million battle rappers you seen Wrek was tearin' down
I'm marchin' towards domination, you're Anne Frank
And my attic is Atticus Finch when I mock your patience
I brung the best cess with the excess innovation
For the minimum living the days in such a similar civilization
[Verse 2: Bernz]
Fuck a leader, they buyin' followers
Awaken deities everyday that I write a verse
Livin' with polymers, actors and rock bottomers
I'm here until I hit 88 on barometers
Good Scotts! The plot thickens
To all you bitchin' storytellers, get my Charles Dickens
With all the fixings, wish death to none except the mission
Out of religion still I pray there's somethin', fuck forgiveness
Impaired visions
Uh-huh, what we have here is a failure to communicate
Come on
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Grrr, gimme that bassline
That bassline
Put that bassline in there
[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
With all this killin' goin' on, did I forget to mention how?
We're Strange Music bitch, so I got your attention now?
It wasn't the decade grind that I put in the dented ground
Or the million battle rappers you seen Wrek was tearin' down
I'm marchin' towards domination, you're Anne Frank
And my attic is Atticus Finch when I mock your patience
I brung the best cess with the excess innovation
For the minimum living the days in such a similar civilization
[Verse 2: Bernz]
Fuck a leader, they buyin' followers
Awaken deities everyday that I write a verse
Livin' with polymers, actors and rock bottomers
I'm here until I hit 88 on barometers
Good Scotts! The plot thickens
To all you bitchin' storytellers, get my Charles Dickens
With all the fixings, wish death to none except the mission
Out of religion still I pray there's somethin', fuck forgiveness
Impaired visions
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