Strange Lyrics - Riders Of The Storm: The Underwater Album - Boogiemonsters

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