These walls are strange, they're the only thing you hate. And we're all innocent we say, and we'll spend out lives detained. And I wrote you a letter
near you, [Verse One] I wasn't mad until these tricks me It's time to sanitize my posse Look how paranoid these niggas got me Cellular calls are
are waking Can't stand on crooked legs I'm cross-eyed to the wall In these harbor lights Satellites explode Drown, drown Sailors run aground In a seachange nothing is safe Strange
! Venom to get it up in ‘em, let me p pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane, Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these
the obvious child? Why deny the obvious child? And in remembering a road sign I am remembering a girl when I was young And we said these songs are true These days are ours, these tears are
pulled from a swing Little one Just a little way Today all of the dreams are waking Can't stand on crooked legs I'm cross-eyed to the wall Will these
and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy Ynot: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) Ynot: THese rhymes I exchange like
to get it up in 'em, let me P pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these
I?m superbad like Mclovin now man are calling me family all of a sudden and I?m like mum how come you never told me that I had all these cousins this
pay homage to me in a strange way So let me pay homage to my fellow white competitors almost in the same way See, you hardly ever do hear anyone even bring up that Paul Wall
see with three eyes Yo Kweli I agree I, was thinkin the same thing myself Smog in the city ain't no good for your health Things changed in New York, type strange
a crime motive They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet With the heat close to my flesh May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth
if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy Ynot: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) Ynot: THese rhymes I exchange like stock
(ICP Tech N9ne) You have enterd the Mad House Sombody open the fuckin door and let me in! The worlds are about to get me again Shit aint pretend im
let them gang bang folk in Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain copin' but ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken I like fire on my skin, blood on my drawers, from up on her walls
and regulations) These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations) These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations) These are
Some find it strange to be here On this small planet, and who knows where But when it's strange and full of fear It's nice to be on horseback Some are