Zak:
The song's great but the sound is so strange
Like a masterpiece of a painting hung with no name
Can't come through blood and sweat and not show stains
So I chose career paths that provide no names
Anonymous til I remove the Guy Falkes
Exterminate competition, can't aim for the eye stalks
No weakness here to exploit, but I hear dudes rapping about being famous as if that was the point
So we made this record from New York to FLA
Took 95 North to Patchogue from Del Rey
Married to the game, boutonniere on my lapel, hey
It'll be a cold day in Hell before I'm well-paid
Damn
Me and East fulfilling prophecy
Word spread fast, quickly becoming commodity
Strange, so press play - space on this oddity
No Bowie but slowly going where nobody is stoppin' me
CHORUS (Mike & Zak):
Strange. So strange
So odd like Unger and Jack, weird like Yankovic
Just when you think you're getting the hang of it
Strange, so strange
So awkward like Hamilton, curious like George
So what the hell is this mysterious life for?
Mike:
I've been embraced by invisible arms
And rejected at the gates of Dis
I've seen the weirdest instances here in this existence
But nothing nearly as strange as this
I've seen the transition of enemies to confidantes;
Homies to foes even more than that
I've been addicted to a substance that limited my functions
But odder still, here I am: cornered, trapped
In a room full of mannequins, skywalkin' Anakins
Savin' the day, but later addin' to the damages
Using their forces in f**ed up and dangerous ways
And brainpower is frowned upon
The rainshower keeps pounding on in this stormy day and age
I used to wonder where my favorite rappers got their label names
But I understand now. This game is strange
CHORUS (Mike & Zak):
Strange. So strange
So odd like Unger and Jack, weird like Yankovic
Just when you think you're getting the hang of it
Strange, so strange
So awkward like Hamilton, curious like George
So what the f** is this mysterious life for?
Strange. So strange
So odd like Unger and Jack, weird like Yankovic
Just when you think you're getting the hang of it
Strange, so strange... so strange