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[Intro] Strangers, come out to play (Wyshmaster on the beat) Strangers, come out to play [Tech N9ne] I am A-Aaron, I'm everywhere like cebraton I don’t like the false and fakes they spawn So when tapes on I spray napalm Don't like the way lake Lanier was made raised dumb In nation hate I get impatient mate When I hear an amazing break so when invasion wakes, I play Drake, man, uh (Chuh) Ceiling fan in the winter, microdosin' in the cinema A winner feelin’ grand whеn I'm in a, healin' fans in the spring, ah I go both grim and sinister, I mеss with the rare ones (Chuh) Never rollin' with the scare-some (Chuh) Proclamation from the mayor done It's really no comparison, my energy be weird, never glare, bums My aura's something like a flare gun, or Bruce Leroy My truth's B. Boy, and I boost steroids, and I do B POIS (Chuh) But with the swimmin' I am who’s devoid Don’t ever make a goofy choice A lot profusely, we spooky, and you p'noid (Rrr) I use to like a lusty life now I need that like a M****m (What?) need Christ (Chuh) Don’t let nobody touch me twice If they don't know it's rude to say it must be nice [King Iso] Like I'm bumping Lyfe Jennings I’m winning but in the beginning Plenty didn't love King Is- Oh 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 it I hate you all but what you call a front seat right I'm from the zero making a hun done c-note So an unsung hero making s***s sing why? Repping in the middle with Malcolm little held after Getting held in a psychiatric prison cell had to Spit it but what you fin 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 [?] Red fitted cap on like I'm finna yell MAGA The f***k is you talkin bout like Strange Music is over fool Giving ‘em all the platinum and gold records you know it too Even though when I [?] stepping on you with soldier boots Now fix how you talking like engineers up in the vocal booth I'm in the gym while a man tries stunning you God body the source time to get my quotable Big time the little ones a bit microbial I'm takin off fades take over the fake homies Doin that bet that I'm [Hook] And I'm never gonna be defeated Money never be depleted Anymore, cause folks don't need it Cause the energy so completed Roll Call See ‘em like crew tough ok ok I know So raw Gotta turn this up, ok ok I know [Joey Cool] You ain't wait 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 killer so 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 seein' his evolution They knew me as Taven but I put Joey Cool on (Let's go) I wanted to formally give an apology Acknowledging anyone and everyone I ain't offended yet Got a gentlemen philosophy It had been the policy ever since the people saw me on the internet At the restaurant with the upper echelon I'll hand you one, I can show you how to pick a proper genuine set I had a conversation out with the delegation Check it check it my ninja That's usually where the winners at Real One, Sw**k Lord, Coolie Baby or The Chairman Me and Trav skirted off in a 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 [?] man I'm boutta make a phone call, brrrr [JL B.Hood] 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 But [?] and consequently the [?] pounds blew 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, casa migos, we catching the rain checks I done said too much, too many game, catch Lookin for something now imma 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 Too sad, I was history I was on the wrong side of it Blaow! [Lex Bratcher] It's Lex I ain't luthin' (get the grill on) I grift the lanes like my name suki When feminine brains study Yates You got the dame fans saying She need to get a chain from Strange Music She with the flame but she make it rain, inclusive And bringing the pain so the naysayers don't do it And even if pay in the reigns I know its bang, batter, snake so the iron'll bang on Babe Ruth shit And I be killing old motherf**kers with the IG videos I keep filling those hypebeasts, copy my theme, but I know High key, I'm beast, sight seek, when in Rome Might be in her phone She wanted I so she made of [?] probably wanna go Tie me nicely, guide me to the O After the I-E, I-E, cinemo Who these bootlickers wanna be, watching on my propers Truly got the mobs hooked on my ramen, got my 'racha Soon these newer groupies will see the very purpose [?] full of [?] sugars to tacklin' Mary Poppins Very confidently burying opps in the necropolis Fairly bought my boggin' [?] Eating [?] fahrenheit that for Joey yeah that's [?] Putting on how we rockin' all across [?] and Tech has brought us and we obviously [Hook] And I'm never gonna be defeated Money never be depleted Anymore, cause folks don't need it Cause the energy so completed Roll Call See ‘em like crew tough ok ok I know So raw Gotta turn this up, ok ok I know [X-Raided] I'm the X-R-A-I-D-E-D Hot spitter the block figure from GBC Me and my Cody, assisted most star wars and R2D2 and CP3 OG, what you over there lookin' all hard for Mad I'm the one your lady [?] [?] story [?] foul court, get it jumping like parkour I came to Strange from the West With a brain full of anger and death I put the range of depression I had a heart full of pain and the stress Was enough to put a strain on my chest (strain) Don't ever put the stain on my rep I put the flame on your flesh The game started to change How they step one's trap But the chain on my neck They got the ranger to death To have me to explain or oppress You put that in what I can't do express Shiver me timbers, you so brave I didn't remember, I forgot to be afraid Y'all get the clippers and take your fade I 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 a angel and a demon I'm a saint and a sinner And I'm just getting started but I ain't no beginner [Rittz] Homie I been up for days and I been there Then I put the ink to the page like a printer I came to a simmer Started rocking stages [?] I signed a deal and now I became a Strange representer They bitter, my chain and my bracelet, they shimmer, like glitter Is that 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 tender I came and never hangin' like a blazer or a coat, check Blue diamonds in my watch what you thought it was topaz? Waking up to a thot I thought was hotter than [?] Eating some crab cakes and a poached egg It's hard to process my process I'm so next level, ghost sweater cigar smokin' on a goat's breath I'm grotesque, I enjoy provokin' your wokeness These broke hoes get they throat stretched for a show pass Why you so mad and your b***h don't be that way Maybe I'm like Stevie J and I'mma need a 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 S**ttin' on rappers go hit the switch on the exhaust Family thought I was down but really I was playin' possum I'm Strange affiliated, yea-yea-uh yeah, c-classic
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