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Strange
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Strange was released on March 4, 2005 by Strange Music, Inc as a part of the album Vintage Tech
March 4, 2005
LabelStrange Music, Inc
LanguageEnglish
BPM92
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let's get it on
Rap's new phenomenon
Hit 'em up and flippers and rupture your dome
We come down
Never you say me song sound like butt
Like but you say I'm washed up
****, what, what, what?
This is when I kick it
With this rhythmic Syphilis
Fuck them nine rhymes
Make 'em go blind every time
On the cannabis, and it is not for a mini-mind
But the mind never gauge, high
On stage 'cause minimum wage had me at maximum rage
Page Master scrap
Velociraptor of rap
See me come tight like a pig in a Bikini, please
All MC's know I beast
All my Q's and D's
Even Run-D.M.C,'s
I'm a deadly disease
High voltage
Just take a look at the psychosis
Deranged, I claim, damaged plane, atrocious
Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin
My killer flows make me jerk my Johnson
[Verse 2]
He's strange
And I like it
He's strange
(All day all night)
Just the way he is
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Why you so damn psycho?
Couldn't tell you, baby
Makin' rilla, baby
Flippin' hella, baby
Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby
[Verse 3]
Mushroom headed
Keeps me prophetic
But the slow-motion makes me see life like a movie
The Bombay brother with the ganja stickin' it
Gonna stick it if you let it
Come here, but no calming Aaron Dontez
Just call me the strange
Or strange, bombay
Distinguishin' the ****
From Hip-hop come this
Apocoflips got control of your hips, ay
It's venomous, how the rap metamorphosis
MC corpses around me
They found the jacuzzin' with my sorceresses
Fire up the Vega, get blowed
And roll to a spot with yachts, then bust hole in they old
So different, they wanna kill me
Like they killed Bruce Lee
On the set, no shit
So my Bianc with baguettes
Middle West flex flows, likes to sex those
Little wet flesh holes
Insane brain frames
Never that plain Jane
[Verse 4]
He's strange
And I like it
He's strange
Just the way he is
(Psychotic all day)
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Why you so damn psycho?
Couldn't tell you, baby
Flippin' hella, baby
Makin' rilla, baby
Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby
[Verse 5]
Give myself a C section with a rusty jagged weapon
One G with a hunnid
Feet up slackin'
Front of my kids with no discretion
Strange days like Juliette Lewis and Angela Basset up in a casket
Trippin' with the nine
Get your mind blown like a head gasket
Missouri is in the house
With the ninety nine shot
Futuristic ladies love me a whole, whole lot
When demons try to do me too
They know they wicked
So I bust 'em if you ain't down with 3-D0Q
Who be you?
N9ne Tech respect midwest side
For life, grab a mic and hurt ya like a lobby on commercial
The sound lab got my microchips screwed
Malfunction
[Verse 6]
Now I'm cool
Paingivers
Slang spitters, pain ****
Insane triggers
No shame, aim triggers
Lame brains with us
Vein slitters, game quitters
Dame hit us, Wayne livers
Narcotical with strange ****
[Verse 7]
He's strange
And I like it
He's strange
Just the way he is
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Why you so damn psycho?
I couldn't tell you, baby
I'm makin' rilla, baby
I'm flippin' hella, baby
Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby
[Verse 8]
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Why you so damn psycho?
Couldn't tell you, baby
Makin' hella, baby
Flippin' hella, baby
Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby
Written by: Aaron D. Yates
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