¡MAYDAY!, Brotha Lynch Hung, Ces Cru - Strange March lyrics

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
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

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

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 limit's
This is not fair
You claim you want the fame
But then you're not there
So you came to race, but
Stopped where and became amazed
How not rare preppin' for the Armageddon
Tryin' not to skip to Hell
School shocked, went on
And Karma never seemed to fit me well

Snakes in my backyard
Ounce on my coffee stand
Go ball, swing that bat
Beg for approval stamps
If not, it's shark tanks and human anchors
Soylent green dreams for fiends with a
Side of that Ed factor
When chapters turn, kings will burn
Service watch 'em
Blind 'em to the perfect time to steal a turn
They pan flash
While God's laughin' and the role's reversed
So "fuck politics" when I flick a
Match and watch it burn a scorched 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
Bothered hardly, 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 looseleaf
We're too deep, rockin' a poker face
And so you know to 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
I should have sold

(It's the U-B-I)
Know in my soul high society's
Controlled by the elitists
To keep an eye on me, with GPS
Radio frequency ID 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
Manner less, surveillance
Panoramic scan my wrist
Mannequins, barcoded for
Government management, fall in

Lookit, we're all in, everyone is a target
Teetering on insanity
Reasoning with the heartless
Bargaining with the devil
Manipulatin' the circumstances
Easier done, everyone is a worker ant
Certain plans, never see a wrench in 'em
When will it end
I'm grippin' the wheel of misfortune, cousin
Now let it spin did it end? Fuck if that
Everybody gets on the outs (Outs)
Tryna shelter up and put somethin'
Edible in their mouth

I'm restless, not am ounce of sleep
Tormented by, the sounds of screams
Shepherds rot, breath of God
Cascadin' a thousand feet
From the flamin' bush, they gave me a push
On a top of a mountains peek
To test the bounds of my mortality
Baby boo go, biddy bye bye
You don't want pressed
To the crest, my weapons 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 every day
I'm sayin' I'm sorry now I'm falling

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

(Ahh) 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 plate 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 nine
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 the 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 an AK on my back
Let's get it