Strange March

Uh huh, what we have here, Is a failure to communicate. Come on, Grrr Gimme that bassline That bassline Put that bassline in there With all this killin' goin' on Did I forget to mention how We're Strange Music bitch, do 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 wreck what's tearin' down I'm marchin' towards domination Your Anne Frank and my etiquettes Atticus Finch when I mock your patients I brung the best Ces with the excess innovation For the minimum live in the days end Such a similar civilization Fuck a leader, they buying followers Awakin' deities everyday that I write a verse, Livin' with polymers, actors and rock bottom-ers I'm here until I hit 88 on barometers Good scotch the plot thickens To all you bitchin' story tellers, get my Charles Dickens With all the fixers, wish death to none accept the mission Outta religion still I pray to somethin' for forgiveness Impaired vision I'm marchin' to the minutes I'm livin' my life as a resurrection of a Jack the rhythm Ripper So please carve me in his image And mark this in the Guinness When I break these hardened critics You can't look death in the face if you can't brave the Arkham limits This is not fair You claim you want the fame but then you're not there So you came to raise, but stopped where And became amazed, how not rare Preppin' for the Armageddon, tryin' not to skip the hell's Schools shocked weld on and karma never seemed to fit me well Snakes in my backyard Alts on my coffee stand Go bomb, swing that bat Beg for approval stamps If not, it's shark tanks and human anchors Soilin' green dreams for fiends With a side of that Ed factor When chapters turn, kings are burned Service watch 'em blind 'em to the perfect time they still will turn They pan flash, while God's laughin' and roles reversed So fuck politics, why not flick match a watch it burn To scorch earth This is my last will and testament My last hidden messages We out lived every estimate Since we're gone, take the rest of it And we'll march on (March on) March on (March on) March on (March on) March on (March on) And we'll march on (March on) March on (March on) March on (March on) Left, Right 100 Steps to the gallows Knowin' you can't escape 'em By that Harley, put all of your sorry's In a sack and save 'em We the new breed, hardest of the martyrs Call a truce please Before we sober up, hit Armageddon on a loose leaf We too deep Rockin' a poker face, and so you know the fold They look at us like suckers, we the lowest, on the totem pole Might as well cut off his feet, he could never go toe to toe Evacuate men women and children, [?] [?] High society, controlled by the elitest To keep an eye on me, with GPS, radio frequency I.D chips I'm sleepy eye, from secrets they'd been keepin' Why I'm sheepish Design a fetus? Treat my privacy like I don't need it, nah! No rhyme or reason, this is survival season Where you could be tried for treason Banishment, radicals, bible beatings Manor-less, surveillance, panoramic skin my wrist Mannequins, bar coded from government management Fall in Look here, we all in Everyone is a target Teetering on insanity, reasonin' with the heartless Bargainin' with the devil, manipulatin' the circumstances Easier done, everyone is a worker ant Certain plans, never see 'em rich and when will it end I'm grippin' the wheel of misfortune cousin now let it spin Get it in, fuckin' that, everybody gets on the house (House) Tryna shelter up, and put somethin' edible in their mouth I'm restless, not a ounce of sleep Tormented by, the sounds of screams Shepherds rot, breath of God Cascadin' a 1000 feet From the flamin' bush, they gave me a push On the top of a mountains peak To test the bounds of my mortality Baby Boo go, biddy bye bye You're the one crest of the crest my weapon shine Leave my army to their death Never let my message die Step in time God I miss you You would hardly recognize me if you saw me Now my soul burns everyday, I'm sayin' I'm sorry Not my fault (Arghhh!) This music is too loud, it got me goin' sicko My enemies is my homies, they got me playin' pickle Paranoid, so I keep my MW3 That's the gun I use when I'm killin' on MW3 And I don't give a fuck, I embrace my main followers And I pack somethin' that'll make your chest play hollower Hit 'em with the bullets, make 'em Twist like Oliver I spit sick shit, you couldn't see me on the monitor I vomit nigga, maybe I need drugs to survive Catch me in the club, with a grudge and a 9 Tech N9ne, only cause I love Strange Music A lot of niggas talk about it, but most of 'em won't do it He's a star, I bring to war, kinda like George Lucas I'm a germ, I'm a fungus, my nigga I'm a mucus MAYDAY!, MAYDAY!, MAYDAY! I'm comin' to join ya' homie With a fat ass, sack and a A-K on my back Let's get it (Grrrrrrr)