| Think quick as I split |
| a-toms and bust critical mass through some plastic |
| Get hot like saliva but spit like boric acid |
| Ditty done run get amped off the wonderman surprise |
| Mercury rise, I rock off my greedy little eyes |
| Sun, moon, pronouncing the energy is solar |
| With tongue numba one I have fun, rockin fuller |
| Let me wash the aloe vera from my strands just stop blocking |
| The scientific method of the locking, check it as I, shoot the ray beam from the moon |
| Then rebound off the lunar, get amped off the beats |
| and mic get tuned, check the rhythm |
| into another dimension for direction |
| Arrange when I dissect, rearrange when I’m dissecting |
| the flavor, how many does it take to get to the core |
| Of a Boo-gie-mon-ster, when he rip it or he’s raw |
| So, whatcha got, jigga nigga Jugganaut |
| I’m strange when I rhyme |
| Well I’m beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast |
| Vex the vortex, man of the past |
| Livin in the present, and walkin in the future |
| H2O's, the flow as I dilute ya Twenty-one years now I stand as a man |
| Drinking from the ocean crushing mountains in my hand |
| The natural one, eighty-four seasons I have come |
| Wisdom goes to those that see the sun |
| God, iniquity’s thicker |
| Any black man who draws the blood of another he’s a quitter |
| Avoid, so go and get a stricken babysitter |
| A million dreadlocks throws devil in the picture |
| purgatory, just to seckle all that petty talkin deranged |
| Boogiemonsters come in strange |
| Strange! |
| (And I like it…) |
| Ha-haha, these kids are nice |
| Mondo McCann, microphone man |
| Yodaredsee Milo, dig when his mind expand |
| Vex to the rhyme is never social man |
| Myntric funk tanker slang a banger fifty grand |
| With the Riders of the Storm can yes we can can |
| Pack a black attack to evacuate the land |
| for the slaughter, run for shelter, underwater |
| See seventy percent of the world’s underwater |
| Seventy percent of your body’s underwater |
| Seventy percent of what we live is out of range |
| We rearrange disorder, but niggaz say we strange… |
| A million and one things in our vocabulary are considered strange |
| Some are legendary, some deranged |
| But we be not the suck shits cause we explore untouched |
| Consider hip-hop a big virgin and we -- AHH |
| Remember your first days of course the sex it felt strange |
| You blindly explored each other’s emotional plane, but hey |
| The Boogiemonsters consist of four |
| Experimentin from now til forever and we score |
| with the Jugganauts the giants, all the way to humans |
| Forever buildin hip-hop and if not nigga we’re fumin cause we’re |
| Strange! |
| (And I like it…) |
| Ha-haha, these kids are nice |