| Aaron: Where am I?
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| Voice: You don’t know where you are?
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| Aaron: No. I don’t.
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| Voice: You’re in Strangeland.
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| Aaron: Strangeland?
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| Voice: Yeah, Strangeland.
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| Aaron: Uhh. |
| How did I get here?
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| Voice: Well that’s simple, Mr. Yates.
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| Aaron: What. |
| do you mean?
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| Voice: You’re the creator.
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| (Verse 1)
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| What I saw was amazing after raisin' up and
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| gazin' at the (babies?) that I’m creatin' nights and days and pavin'
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| The way for ragin', Tech-aholics, makin' havens, next to
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| all this hate and crazin', death: We call it a place of consummation,
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| Of perfection, fulfillment, the Tech runs the
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| building, respect one’s resilience, from threats guns and
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| illnesses, this place is realness, it feels as if its
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| lifted, a bit sick and twisted and real wicked, villages.
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| And I’m the main man, that made every effort to
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| gain fans, through all my pain I obtain grands,
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| millions just 'cause of my brain and my lane stands,
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| insane rands the name brand, call it Strangeland.
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| (Hook)
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| Gettin' paid was the game-plan,
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| but the lane transformed to untamed fans
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| enhanced in a Strangeland.
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| Brain in insaneland. |
| Strangeland.
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| Where everybody know my name man.
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| 'Cause my blood and veins ran through mainland,
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| I am in a Strangeland.
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| Brain in insaneland. |
| Strangeland.
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| (Verse 2)
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| A world filled with Techn9cians, lets this one, stress-
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| lifting, mesh kids in sets with them Tech listenin' vets.
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| Expression is best written, less hidden, flesh
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| women, sex driven, that’s livin', yes been impressed.
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| By the way, the Tech is blessin’em. |
| It shows,
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| 'cause the land it steady grows, and I’m the man with fetty flows,
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| but understand he said he knows, but he ran a deadly road,
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| but he woke up with a family rose, in a land of uncanny souls.
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| And they adore him, even if they can’t afford him.
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| Be the rich, and be the poor then, really get to be before him.
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| To get laced, on mistakes, and big brakes,
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| quick pace, lyrics they pick in this place.
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| (Hook)
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| Gettin' paid was the game-plan,
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| but the lane transformed to untamed fans
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| enhanced in a Strangeland.
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| Brain in insaneland. |
| Strangeland.
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| Where everybody know my name man.
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| 'Cause my blood and veins ran through mainland,
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| I am in a Strangeland.
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| Brain in insaneland. |
| Strangeland.
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| (Verse 3)
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| Am I in the Twilight Zone? |
| 'Cause my mics
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| on, but I never thought the world would buy my songs.
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| 'Cause in my lane I am the highlight inside my dome,
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| but now it’s my height, they try bite, 'cause my life long.
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| In this hip hop, everybody’s lip drops, when I spit the
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| gift that quickly shifted 'cause I get props, it’s terrific.
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| They recognizing me on every level if ya missed it.
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| If ya look ya findin' me on a very rebel, this is listed.
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| Tech N9ne an insane man. |
| His own
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| lane had the strain and pain, and that became fans.
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| When all the dames glance, he’s doin' the rain dance,
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| because the whole world is 'bout to be a Strangeland.
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| (Hook)
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| Gettin' paid was the game-plan,
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| but the lane transformed to untamed fans
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| enhanced in a Strangeland.
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| Brain in insaneland. |
| Strangeland.
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| Where everybody know my name man.
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| 'Cause my blood and veins ran through mainland,
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| I am in a Strangeland.
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| Brain in insaneland. |
| Strangeland. |