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Krizz Kaliko( Samuel William Christopher Watson IV )
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Strange (feat. Tech N9ne)
Breathe deeply my friend You're normal take it easy You're only strange you know
It ain't the same When no one remembers your name And nobody knows where you came from And they don't applaud you They all ignore you They only know that you're strange And nobody knows who to blame and Everyone all looks the same so They don't applaud you They all ignore you They only know that you're strange
You don't look like everybody else
You don't look like everybody else You don't look like everybody else Everybody I see you lookin', with ya lookin' ass
Gotta get 'em off for the reggie
Cause I'm a little heavy-er And I never thought the industry would let me in her And they know I'm no beginner So I eat a rapper like it's my dinner (Kali!) And I used to get stares from them pair of eyes Vitiligo get them paralyzed We sing cling the thing is I am sterilized He sing sing and scare 'em they terrified So which way does he go? Ball til him fall every crawl in a hole and I won't stop even if y'all tell him no The world so cold I make them fall with a quote (OK) Spider K's a rhyme vet, I'm next (OK) Thought only pretty boys would get laid but I'm sex (OK) It's almost over for this industry The blueprint is Strange Music and you know they mention me We in your pocket like we're loose change, the new thang Is you could make 'em love it when you're strange
Fat guys are in now Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Everybody love the guy the thing can't bend down So if you got your chin down
Anybody can make it and if you got it they hatin' so now K.O.D. and Seepage make 'em show they cleavage freakish Maybe they bust been 'bout to bust and so we cause the leakage Cause it's unfair to be this rarity Thought I would be some charity case The industry'll be scared of my face Cause I don't fit in to any of they categories This fat boy'll, show 'em how them independent underdogs make them noises I was real hard now I'm real easy to look at Breezies don't think I look real fat My CD ain't easy to put back See we gods to you lanes Roll odd to a strange We're not gonna change Our shit bangs, nigga!
I be the one to be not normal Baking a bitch in my hot caramel Shaking the chick and I got carnal Taking a flick and I shot porno Naked and wicked is not formal Waking the sick when I got born on the funny farm warned I'd be on you like orno In the morn got to horn the corn holes Look at the six and the seven on my arm though Nigga totally torn yo Obli get an I'm boss in this shit Put you quick in a coffin with this Awesome script then I'm rockin' this chick When I get this pop and take a pic And never know when I'm odd from exist Ants in your pants I'll make ya dance a hip hop chemist I'm rockin' this bitch And ya niggas is far from it Mr. Mojo Risin' told me to flip the flow and go rhymin' So I went to get the dough in no timin' Everybody gets the bro they go N9nin'! Ordinary people think we fuckin' insane (hell yea!) So you punk muthafuckas gonna be stuck when I reign!
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