Wrekonize - Strange March (d**h March Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Bernz] Uh-huh, what we have here Is a failure to communicate, come on! [Brotha Lynch Hung] Grrr, gimme that ba**-line That ba**-line Put that ba**-line in there [Verse 1: Wrekonize] With all this k**in' goin' on, did I forget to mention how? We're strange music b**h, 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 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 [Verse 2: Bernz] f** 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 b**hin' story tellers, get my Charles Dickens With all the fixings, wish d**h to none except the mission Out of religion still I pray there's 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 d**h 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 [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 "f** politics" when I flick a match and watch it burn A scorched Earth [Hook: Wrekonize] 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 [Verse 5: Godemis] 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 s**ers, 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 [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 beatings Manner-less, 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 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 wrench in 'em when will it end I'm grippin' the wheel of misfortune cousin now let it spin Get it in, f**in' that, everybody gets on the house (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 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 bye-bye You don't want pressed To the crest, my weapons shine Leave my army to their d**h 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 [Hook: Wrekonize] [Verse 9: Brotha Lynch Hung] (Grrr!) 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 k**in' on MW3 And I don't give a f**, 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 sh**, you couldn't see me on the monitor I vomit n***a, maybe I need d** to survive Catch me in the club, with a grudge and a 9 Tech N9ne, only cause I love Strange Music A lot of n***as 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 n***a I'm a mucus [Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung] ¡MAYDAY!, ¡MAYDAY!, ¡MAYDAY! I'm comin' to join ya' homie With a fat a**, sack and an AK on my back Let's get it