Return To Strangeland

Lyrics

[Intro: Violent J] "Q Strange, legendary in the Wicked Shit His album, Strangeland, ferocious in the Wicked Shit realm Q Strange, one of the biggest names in the Wicked Shit period And it's an honor to have him on the Tunnel Runners as well" [Chorus: Q Strange] Welcome to Strangeland come on down Step into my world, try to take my crown Now, I have returned and I locked the gates Now, you can't leave and there's no escape The strangеst has returned, so, let thе bridges burn, burn, burn The strangest has returned, burn, burn, burn Show some gratitude You don't want me gettin' mad at you [Verse: Q Strange] Stranded on Strangeland, a crazy wicked killer and scumbag It's wasted upon of the grave that I'm here to reclaim for the comeback I know that it's just been a little bit of a hot minute since I was in it Now you admit it, you sayin' I was gonna quit it And I didn't mean to leave it over these people who put a seal And keep control over my soul until I need to make a sequel The place I used to rule is being claimed by false idols Got the title of an album or a song that is my child It's all I have that makes me anything to anybody And without it I am nothing, I won't let you take it from me I'm the king of Strangeland, till the casket is dropped While the plighter goes pop, like a Jack In The Box You gaspin' in shock? Didn't think I'd blast it in shots? 151. Have a glass of the Rox, you stackin' the guap I'm still a scumbag and a wop About to serve you like that waitress, I just grabbed from your arm Strangeland, built it with my bare hands And you think that I'm scared, damn, you lookin' like a hip-hop headband Glam rap, behind all the glitter and glitz And theatrics and hat-tricks, make-believe magic You bat-shit crazy, you got lazy as fuck, dude Not hungry like you was, in fact you even said "Fuck food" But do whatever you must do Maintain, claim strange, but every time you drop you say the same things Hey dude, you pay dues, so laugh and count the cash you make You saturate your fanbase with a product that you have to make You rush shit, run out of ideas and try to touch shit That don't belong to you and say you've never heard my dumb shit Strangeland, admittedly the word ain't so absurd But your title is the lyrics to my song, word for word Try and scam, 2005 you said: "Oh, I'm a fan" And man, I even seen you hold my album in your tiny hands And show your mans, "That cover art is sick!" But you stick to the story that you ain't all on my dick Then you bite me, not because you're hype or you're frightening But then you sign the cap that sounds remarkably like me Unoriginal, you diggin' for material appeal and though You got my nook up like you made that video And then this (Relentless), they say that there's no chance I rap Gary Coleman wearing makeup as a bromance And probably want a slow dance, enchanted by my bornt talent And you're sad if you think you ain't on my ball baggage Like sure, grab it, but actually, it's sad The fact is, I was dancing with my hype man dressed in drag Not gay as y'all faggots, you successful, but sneezin' on the mic don't bless you Only text you've seen was from your wife sayin' she left you I bet you find it unimportant 'Cause the thought of being on a boat is borin' and recordin', just ignore 'em As you paint your face and sell your soul, you're whorin' To the fans and the supporters who afford it Sayin' that you do it for 'em And you act like you created that whore only to support 'em But the truth is you adapted to a scene that isn't yours Just to extort it from the hand that fed you, painted a face in shame and disgrace You hate it yet you claim to create, and ain't it fake Damn, I wish you'd leave me alone But if you don't get off my throne, I'ma rock you in your red nose Oh what a low, oh what a low to pretend that you don't know That you be rappin' what I wrote ten years ago With a record called killer when you timid like a little child Then you went and posed for the cover as a pedophile In denial while you hate on Q and just ignore me I tried reachin' out, why you ain't call me? For a verse or a hook or some possum you kid I ain't even get a letter sayin' sorry an' shit Technically N9ne only has nine rhymes And does the same song nine hundred ninety nine times Einstein, found the formula to get in the game Lil Wayne and an auto tune hook by T-Pain And straight pop shit, forgettin' that the kids in your moshpit Just got this dim JNCO jeans from Hot Topic I'm not a Target and if you really so famous Then why the fuck you ask me for the hook-up when you come to Vegas? It's killin' you, when the creative well runs dry I wonder why you so blind to think that you could take mine I say lines got crossed when you jock my style I give you two black eyes like Monoxide Child Plottin' a scheme, followin' me, then you be jockeyin' and copyin' me Never thought in my rottenest dreams you was a bitch Not that I mean, who woulda thought, you was a punk Sloppily copyin' and it's a front, don't got a gun, but I got a TEC in the trunk Know that I'm so busted and broke Pulled up awake and got nothin' to show All of my music is dusty and old Nobody comin' to none of my shows Motherless, rugged and skid row Been seven days and I'm in the same clothes Sippin' on my liquor and spittin' the flows Knowin' I'll never explode or get dope One thing I know is I'm raising my own Every day they know daddy is home Livin' a life that is not on the road And one thing they know is pops never stole [Pre-Chorus: Q Strange] You can try to make a mockery Nothing is stopping me Thought I was going to quit that be a miracle, show some gratitude You don't want me gettin' mad at you [Chorus: Q Strange] Welcome to Strangeland come on down Step into my world, try to take my crown Now, I have returned and I locked the gates Now, you can't leave and there's no escape The strangest has returned, so, let the bridges burn, burn, burn The strangest has returned, burn, burn, burn You don't want me gettin' mad at you