So Strange - Recognize Ali, Sultan Mir, C Rayz Walz

I carry the cross and then my shoulders heavy as fuck

On my knees, I go to pray to the Lord.

Champagne for the soul

Like a boss, I pour something for the gods.

A rebel

With a cause.

I win—everyone taking a loss

Pause.

A little different if you study my ways

Soon escape this water, lock myself in the studio for days

Verses I lay leave your mind in a maze.

I’m sicker than AIDS

Fiends keep coming back like Pastor Mase

Flow’s adamance is adamant.

Eve, I’ve been rapping and

I’m hazardous.

My poetry steam, show you what’s happening

Bring down your Tower of Babel for babbling

Peace to C-Rayz.

Ask the captain who their captain is

Give me the glass.

I will see through your aura

Post it on the corner, plus your whore for a quarter

Dark as night, you like to torture.

Hold my head high

Rest in peace to the big homie from Bed Stuy

Check how we put it down.

Brother, indeed, it’s propane

Brothers got no shame when hanging with their gold chain

Recognize C-Rayz.

The bro’s so tame

This the heroine music.

Nigga, this cocaine

Check how we put it down.

Brother, indeed, it’s propane

Peel the flames, keep a heater for the cold days

Flows straight suicidal—Kurt Cobain

Where we easily accomplish business is so strange

I bring Mary the cross, the intersections of various force

Among the deaf, dumb, and blind, mine’s a gregarious cause

Keep thinking it’s funny.

Your hilarious thoughts’ll

Get blown out the back of your dome, so they recline on a porch

You are what you eat—the beat’s season on pork

I’m Rakim without Sprite for supports, Nasty Nas

Sincere in Belly with an African corpse

Speaking bluntly, raise blades, a torturous talk (What?)

Immaculate spores fall.

I help the seeds to explore

Gregory Hines flips, kicks is tapping your jaw

Was that dope?

Every line quote is drug-trafficking raw

I wrote this on the train, another track in New York

The Most High benevolent breeze out my wingspan

Politick with «Degrees» when the beats blend

So strange, you could see cats and dogs in the rain

Arm, leg, a leg, a arm, universal head I’m maintaining

What I’m saying:

Check how we put it down.

Brother, indeed, it’s propane

Brothers got no shame when hanging with their gold chain

Recognize C-Rayz.

The bro’s so tame

This the heroine music.

Nigga, this cocaine

Check how we put it down.

Brother, indeed, it’s propane

Peel the flames, keep a heater for the cold days

Flows straight suicidal—Kurt Cobain

Where we easily accomplish business is so strange