Roll Call Tech N9ne (Ft. JL, Joey Cool, King Iso, Lex Bratcher, Rittz & X-Raided)
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[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 winnеr feelin' grand when I’m in her, healin' fans in a sprintеr
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 used 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"
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 winnеr feelin' grand when I’m in her, healin' fans in a sprintеr
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 used 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"
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