Strange March

[Intro]
[Bernz:]
Uh-huh, what we have here is a failure to communicate.
Come on!
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Gimme that bass line,
That bass line.
Put that bass line in there.

[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
With all this killing going 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's been tearing down.
I'm marching towards domination, you're Anne Frank,
And my etiquette is Atticus Finch when I mock your patience.
I bring the best cess with the excess innovation
For the minimum living the days in such a similar civilization.

[Verse 2: Bernz]
Fuck a leader, they buyin' followers,
Awakin' 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' story tellers, get my Charles Dickens
With all the fixings, wish death to none except the mission,
Out of religion, still I pray there's something for forgiveness,
Impaired visions.

[Verse 3: Wrekonize]
I'm marching to the minutes,
I'm living 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 break 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!
Prepping for the Armageddon, trying not to skip to hell,
Full shocked, went on, and karma never seemed to fit me well.

[Verse 4: Bernz]
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
Scorched Earth.

[Chorus: Wrekonize]
This is my last will and testament,
My last hidden messages,
We outlived every estimate,
Since we're gone, take the rest of it.
And we'll march on!
March on!
March on!
March on!
And we'll march on!
March on!
March on!
Left, right!

[Verse 5: Godemis]
Hundred steps to the gallows, knowin' you can't escape ‘em,
Bothered hardly, put all of your sorries 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'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 myself to blow.

[Verse 6: Ubiquitous]
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, 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 beating,
Mannerless, surveillance, panoramic scan my wrist,
Mannequins, bar coded from government management, fall in.

[Verse 7: Godemis]
Look here, we all in, everyone is a target,
Teeterin' 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 wrench in ‘em 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
Tryna shelter up, and put somethin' edible in their mouth.

[Verse 8: Ubiquitous]
I'm restless, not a ounce of sleep,
Tormented by the sounds of screams.
Shepherds rot, breath of God, cascadin' a thousand feet
From the flaming bush, they gave me a push
On a top of a mountains peak
To test the bounds of my mortality.
Baby boo, go, biddy bye-bye!
You don't want pressed
To the crest, my weapons shine,
Lead 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,
Now I'm fallin'.

[Chorus]

[Verse 9: Brotha Lynch Hung]
This music is too loud, it got me goin' psycho.
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 something 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 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 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!