("And I like it...")
 [Myntric]
 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
 [Vex]
 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
 *repeat 5X, 4X - line three*
 [Yodared]
 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
 *together* The empire's falling check the New World Order
 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...
 [Mondo]
 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
 *repeat 9X to fade