Mayday - Strange March

Uhhuh 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 see Wrek's been tearin' down
I'm marchin' towards domination you're Anne Frank
And my etiquette's 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
Awakin' deities everyday that I write a verse
Livin' with polymers actors and rock bottomers
I'm here until I hit 88 on barometers
Got Scott 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 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 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
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
Soilin' 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 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 sold
It's the UBI
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
Mannerless surveillance panoramic scan 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 a top of a mountains peek
To test the bounds of my mortality
Baby boo go biddy byebye
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 everyday 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
Grrr
This music is too loud it got me goin' sickle
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 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 an AK on my back
Let's get it

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