Strange March (Death March Remix) (Feat. Brotha Lynch Hung & Ces Cru)
Intro:] Uh Huh, what we have here Is a failure to communicate. Come on
(Brotha Lynch Hung) Grrr Gimme that bassline That bassline Put that bassline in their
[Verse 1: Wrekonize] With all this killin' goin' on Did I forget to mention how We strange music bitch, so I got your attention now It wasn't the decade grind that I put in the [?] [?] million battle rappers, you some 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 cess with the excess innovation For the minimum live in the days end Such a similar civilization
[Verse 2: Bernbiz)] Fuck a leader, they buying followers Awakin' day in these everyday that I [?] Livin' with polymers, actors and rock bottom-ers I'm here until I hit 88 on barometers Good [?] the plot thickens To all you bitchin' story tellers, get my Charles Dickens With all the fixers, wish death to non accept the mission Outta religion still I pray to somethin' for forgiveness Impaired vision
[Verse 3: Wrekonize] 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 [?] 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 School [?], karma never seemed to fit me well
[Verse 4: Bernbiz] Snakes in my backyard [?] on my coffee stand Go [?], 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 pan flash, while God's laughin' [?] So fuck politics, why not flick match a watch it burn To scorch earth
[Hook: Wrekonize] This is my last [?] 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
[Verse 5: Godemis] 100 Steps to the gallows Knowin' you can't escape 'em By that harlie, 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, [?] 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 [?] women and children, [?]
[Verse 6: Ubiquitous] [?] High society, controlled by the elites 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 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
[Verse 7: Godemis] 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 a [?] when will it end I'm grippin' the wheel of misfortune [?] lettin' it stand Get it in, fuckin' that, everybody gets on the house (Ho