Strange

Strange! (And I like it) Think quick as I split Atoms and bust critical mass through some plastic Get hot like saliva but spit like boric acid Ditty done run get amped off the wonder man surprise Mercury rise, I rock off my greedy little eyes Sun, moon, pronouncing the energy is solar With tongue numba one I have fun, rockin' fuller Let me wash the aloe vera from my strands just stop blocking The scientific method of the locking, check it As I, shoot the ray beam from the moon Then rebound off the lunar, get amped off the beats And mic get tuned, check the rhythm Into another dimension for direction Arrange when I dissect, rearrange when I'm dissecting The flavor, how many does it take to get to the core Of a Boogie monster, when he rip it or he's raw So, what ya got, jigga nigga Jugganaut I'm strange when I rhyme Well I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast Vex the vortex, man of the past Livin' in the present, and walkin' in the future H-two-oh's, the flow as I dilute ya Twenty-one years now I stand as a man Drinking from the ocean crushing mountains in my hand The natural one, eighty-four seasons I have come Wisdom goes to those that see the sun God, iniquity's thicker Any black man who draws the blood of another he's a quitter Avoid, so go and get a stricken babysitter A million dreadlocks throws devil in the picture Purgatory, just to sickle all that petty talkin' deranged Boogie monsters come in strange [Repeat: x5] Strange! (And I like it) Ha ha ha, these kids are nice Mondo McCann, microphone man Yodaredsee Milo, dig when his mind expand Vex to the rhyme is never social man Myntric funk tanker slang a banger fifty grand With the Riders of the Storm can yes we can can Pack a black attack to evacuate the land The empire's falling check the New World Order For the slaughter, run for shelter, underwater See seventy percent of the world's underwater Seventy percent of your body's underwater Seventy percent of what we live is out of range We rearrange disorder, but niggaz say we strange A million and one things in our vocabulary are considered strange Some are legendary, some deranged But we be not the suck shits cause we explore untouched Consider hip-hop a big virgin and we ah Remember your first days of course the sex it felt strange You blindly explored each other's emotional plane, but hey The Boogie monsters consist of four Experimentin' from now til forever and we score with the Jugganauts the giants, all the way to humans Forever buildin' hip-hop and if not nigga we're fumin' 'cause we're [Repeat: x9] Strange! (And I like it) Ha ha ha, these kids are nice