[Intro: DJ Doc]
Strangers come out to play
(Wyshmaster on the beat)
Strangers come out to play

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I am A-Aaron, I'm everywhere like say Breyon
I don’t like the false and fakes they spawn
So when the tapes on I spray napalm
Don't like the way lake Lanier was made race dom-
-Ination hate I get impatient, mate
When I hear an amazing break
So when invasion wakes, I play Draymond, uh
Ceiling fan in the winter, micro dose in the cinema
A winnеr feelin' grand when I’m in her, healin' fans in a sprintеr
I go both grim and sinister, I mess with the rare ones
Never rollin' with the scare-some
Proclamation from the mayor done
It's really no comparison, my energy, beware, never glare, bums
My aura's something like a flare gun, or Bruce Leroy
I'ma Troost B. Boy, and I boost thee noise, and I do be poised
But with the swimmin' I am who's devoid
Don’t ever make a goofy choice
And lie profusely, we spooky, and you p’noid (Rrr)
I use to like a lusty life
Now I need that like a Muslim (Bruh) need Christ
Don't let nobody touch me twice
If they don’t know it's rude to say it must be nice
[Verse 2: King Iso]
Like I'm bumping Lyfe
Jennings I'm winning but in the beginning
Them plenty didn’t love King Is-O
I'm rude my name is, I just said it
Got problems? Dead it!
For beef I Bun B fries
There ain't a large or medium, better call and speak to one
Hit you all with what you call a front seat right
I'm from the zero making a hundun c-notes
An unsung hero making the sluts sing why?
Repping the middle where Malcolm Little hailed after getting held in a psychiatric prison cell
Had to spit it but what you finna spit, it didn't sell, laughter!
Now they wanna copy me saying "mental health matters"
Killa Rel's back to makin' infidels have to get on their knees and pray and then they yell "Master!"
I'm getting brain from a dame with a Yale Master's
Red fitted cap on like I'm finna yell "MAGA!"
The fuck is you talkin' like Strange Music is over fool
Giving ‘em all the platinum and gold records you know it too
Even the one Iso produced, steppin' on y'all in soldier boots
Now fix how you talking like engineers up in the vocal booth
I'm in the gym while men try stoning you
God body, the source, time to get my quotable
Big time to little ones, a bit microbial
I'm takin' all fades, that go for the fake homies, too, and I bet that I'm
[Chorus: Tech N9ne & Lex Bratcher]
Never gonna be defeated
Money never be depleted
Anymore, folks don't need it
'Cause the energy so completed
Roll call
Sayin' my crew tough, ok, ok I know
So raw
Gotta turn this up, ok, ok, I know

[Verse 3: Joey Cool]
If you waiting for me to give a crap, better have a lunch packed
I ain't even upset, I ain't got a "What!" left
I ain't really with it you dig it, you lookin suspect
Everybody know I'm a chemist, I'm cooking up, jack, Muggs voice
You ain't got enough coupons
You couldn't afford it, you gonna need a Groupon
You witnessin' Joey C in his evolution
They knew me as Taven but I put Joey Cool on (Let's go)
I would like to formally give apology
Acknowledging anyone and everyone I ain't offended yet
Got a gentlemen philosophy
It done been the policy ever since the people saw me on the internet
At the restaurant with the upper echelon
A heavy one, I can show you how to pick a proper dinner set
I had a conversation out with the delegation
Check it check it my ninja, that's usually where the winners at
Real One, Swank Lord, Coolie Baby or The Chairman
Me and Trav' skirted off in the McLaren
Circle way too small for the square ones
Man ya heard big Tech, it's a Roll Call
And we still DIBKIS, man I told y'all, so raw
So we gone ball
Hold my 'Mana, yo, I'm 'bouta make a phone call, brrt
[Verse 4: JL & Yung Prez]
Hello, I'm high, how're you, tada mean I'm JL the night owl who
Got you wired to fire flower, I got firepower too
With the WTF out of the side I'll do
Wild crew yeah we blessed
No crowd ‘round knew what the end of the tunnel's like
It's our climb through from the stomach come growl sounds
The gas mask too, cherry dippin' and consequently the alpine's blue
Whew, whew, how's y'all view?
Where the crew the ceiling drop namaste on it
Find a piece when they wonder where I be
Way down in the jungle deep
Baby girl put your weight on it
What's popular homie really poppin' blockin' the boulevard
We shooting a movie pop up on me gassing the woodie spark
Got my name in the discussion don't forget the B. Hood part
Top up, top of the morning I'm off to a good start
Good heart, same crew, same facts
Tito's on me, casamigos, we catching the rain checks
I done said too much, too many ain't catch
Lookin for something, I'ma have to put on the chain wax
I be with the predators at the apex, and we all triumphant
Listen to me and don't skip a song, I love it
You said I was history I was on the wrong side of it
Blaow!

[Verse 5: Lex Bratcher]
It's Lex, I ain't luthin' (Get the grill on)
I'm gracin' lanes like name's Suki
When feminine brains study Yates
You get the dame fans saying
"She need to get a chain from Strange Music"
She with the flavor, she make it rain, inclusive
Been bringing the pain so the naysayers don't do it
And even if pay ain't arranged I'll always bang Bat and Snake so that iron'll bang on Beirut shit
And I be killing ol' reeling motherfuckers with the IG videos
I keep feeling those hypebeasts copy my lead but I know
High key, I'm thee sight see when in Rome
Might be in her phone
She wanting I, said she made of candy, her and her friend probably wanna go
Tie me nicely, guide me to the O
After the "I-E, I-E", send 'em home
Ooh, these onlookers wanna be watching all my progress
Truly got the mobs hooked on my ramen, got Maruchan
Soon these newer groupies will see the very prophet
Spoon full of booger sugars, the drug dealing Mary Poppins
Very confidently burying opps in the necropolis
Fairly 'bout my "bawk bawk", Nando's-Peri, my favorite option
To eating haricot vert with High Deaf' and Joey at Azabu
Plotting on how we rockin' all of the crowds that Tech has brought us and we obviously

[Chorus: Tech N9ne & Lex Bratcher]
Never gonna be defeated
Money never be depleted
Anymore, folks don't need it
'Cause the energy so completed
Roll call
Sayin' my crew tough, ok, ok I know
So raw
Gotta turn this up, ok, ok, I know

[Verse 6: X-Raided]
I'm the X-R-A-I-D-E-D
Hot spitter, the Blocc figure from GBC
Me and my co-d assisted more Star Wars than R2D2 and CP3
OG, what you over there lookin' all hard for?
Mad I'm the one your lady legs stay ajar for
Neverending Story, Falkor
Get it jumping like parkour
I came to Strange from the West
With a brain full of anger and death
I was deranged and depressed
I had a heart full of pain and the stress
Was enough to put a strain on my chest
(Bang!) Don't ever put a stain on my rep
I'll put the flame on your flesh
The gang started to change how they stepped
Once Trav' put the chain on my neck
Ain't got the range or the depth
For me to have me to explain or impress you
But that ain't what I came to express
Arrr! Shiver me timbers, you so brave
I didn't remember, I forgot to be afraid
I'll get the clippers and take your fade
I'll put you in the blender even if you a member
You ain't certified, you pretender
There's no hope, not a glimmer
I'm an angel and a demon, I'm a saint and a sinner
And I'm just getting started but I ain't no beginner

[Verse 7: Rittz]
Homie I been up for days on a bender
Then I put the ink to the page like a printer
I came to a simmer
Started rocking stages, Mesa to Denver
I signed a deal then I became a Strange representer
They bitter, my chain and my bracelet, it shimmer like glitter
If that's your girlfriend, better get her
She told me let me give you head 'cause she a giver
I got hoes all around the globe, no Tinder
I came and left her hangin' like a blazer at coat check
Blue diamonds in the watch, what you thought it was, topaz?
Waking up to a thot I thought was hotter than CHROMAZZ
Eating some crab cakes, hollandaise and a poached egg
It's hard to process my process
I'm so next level, could smell the cigar smoke on a goat's breath
I'm grotesque, I enjoy provokin' your wokeness
These broke hoes get they throat stretched for a show pass, uh
Why you so mad at me? Bitch, don't be that way
Maybe I'm like Stevie J and I'm in need of Faith
Maybe I'm bitter because you don't consider me a great
I might've started CNT but I ain't never leaving Strange
Tech told me kill 'em, get a shovel and a coffin
Shittin' on rappers, go hit the switch on the exhaust fan
They thought that I was down but really I was playin' possum
I'm Strange affiliated, yea-uh-yea, yea-uh-yeah, C-COSM!