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$TRANGE GAME$

by Strange Game

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AUGHTISM 04:40
ill: These wicked globalists, sickening goals to narrow control till the marrow of freedom is leaking seeping thru the cracks over broke backs, hoaky snacks, racks upon racks of chocolate coated submission, life scripts encoded with false decision, false variety emulsion of fear mongering and positive psychology, this epochs got a quickly ticking dethklock, so flock to comfort while u can, fill ur face with candyham and bambalam before we meet the iron hand, the idle hand has conspired to reprimand fly: these wicked narcissists crisp images imprinted into this compact disc I toss it can't discuss can only cuss like comeback disses are a constant flawless called it next thing up is spectral silver bending wrestle echo into pretzel flex this boss in 21C cuffs stuns impossible is spun on research chemicals has lost his soul or never had it absent-handed pixelated faces chanting "sticks and stones may break my back but name the brand and I can't wait to have it" I embrace the madness is that a fact now that we're in I can't communicate the meaning even though I still try come through computer screen into your mind to chew your dreams and make you blind refuse to take the time to learn to stop they call this brainwashed but you don't feel fresh except it is the trend so fuck the feelings you'd rather this than loneliness you've chosen this invokin focus to your heart's content in darkness bent to take the blue pill on the tongue and wake up thinking nothing's wrong you'll never know that wish for physic's kiss again you'll float in ignorance, in bliss in sin ill: Future black as onyx due to unneutered entropic economics, s’why im constantly pondering misanthropic mnemonics, Dionysian mind of fire, age of pisces is over, im kinda tired I liked it sorta no more tho is that a fact now that we're in I can't communicate the meaning even though I still try Stuck at the wheel of speeding whip, zipping towards the cliff, fuck a fuel deficit dead set on meeting the precipice, when the car careens off the cliff crashing killing the crew, and nature doesn’t blink an eye shit, 23 skidoo fly: in media res came online all might come right down in my lifetime all night running from an internet death bringer 16th Major Arcana index finger pinches with the thumb pulls from the deck dead ringer couldn't be anything else but the next thing new sale on at blessed never still we shop their they have everything we want less one God left forever are we better off now that the aughts are over? mark my words no one can save us we've crossed over only getting worse I think we're s'posed to let it go
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fly: rap Woody Allen fuck that fact: I could be Joseph Stalin sans bad moustache you can wear a dunce cap I can rep ushanka donkey is your moniker I'm Shrek I'm a monster (green) another line for my personal haters hating my game is impersonal first of all stop your ego-inflating never by the grace of this mouth I'm not saying it never a dime wasted wealth, I'll lay in it no fuck it, man, I'll burn it Joker with a perm kid this fucking city needs a better class of wordsmith gotta purple tux like rap Patrice O'neal scars on my cheeks and I'm deceased before the fucking sequel I don't need the critics they don't listen to me so I won't listen to them I'll just spit it part of the skit is that my art isn't kidding cause my art isn't a business with the green for the getting green's for the go Green Team, player if I ever say I've got the gold don't ever mean karats I don't wear it it's awareness of the merit of the Golden Rule: careless fuckers gonna do what careless fuckers gonna do flow fucking proper fostered by the internet in that I sort lost my father to the television set can't take the beat? you're probably not bitching you think that you're free I know that you're in prison I piss on everything that I can get my dick on I'll list em women, children, Christians, and politicians envision a kingdom of my dissin would be so fly fuck that noise gonna do a rap suicide and call myself out like that's all with the proud fucking self hating irate sedated - you got it: I'm talking out loud but nobody listens that's why the game is just a bold contra diction ill: Whip out my six shooters and pop em off on the off beat, searing red hot slugs mangle ur soft meat like a soft peach im that rude spittin hard swingin coffee sippin wrangler, top of the pop charts polls dropiin star spangled club bangers, nah truth be told im an unknown Canadian kid, clerking at safeway aint seen a dime for the art I did, but ive a burning urge to learn as well as earn so wathch ur ass fool, swing that shit into a twerking frenzy after grad from jazz school I pocket the time at the drop of a pine needle im off the wall, thicken the plot by tying my dick in a knot ima shivaite lost in the mall, vedic seer invading sears, slurping edo out of a sull, beheaded goat, bloodstained blade in the main aisle of the bay I pop my shall (ah nah brah is that all?) Nah, impale ya like a sail flail ur ragged corpse like a doll, perverted puppeteer, seer ya skin and leave ya raw for the lickin when the vultures are finished its slim pickins for the chickens Twist off ur tongue and stick a shiv in the cavity phone ya family let ya gargle till they shiver from the gravity hot flows like lava b im mutable earth, with an inscrutable twerk, twerking ur dick into ur shirt, call me old fashioned, call me standard I can stand it demanding quality im giving u all of me, epistrophy intricate ste ripping thru sheets, got ya slipping off ya little feet like rythymic sleet GREEN TEAM, PLAYER Pining for authenticity harmonically phonically wana hear a song not a bing bang bong of obnoxious cacophony im poppin off rejoicing heathen grooves my voice leading moves through consonance and dissonance frigid to sizzling owning this moment always advancing dancing thru time, kicking entrancing rhymes, and wheelin lila like she was my bride, on the grandest game show but the audience is missin, that’s why this shit is just a bold contradiction
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we win 04:30
ill: throw gravel down your throat until ur squirtin tarmac shit and toss ur mangled corpse head first into the sarlak pit on some gnarly shit dont ever ask me for a parley kid sauter ur lips together into a hotdog chain to feed my squid ur fortuneless ill feed ya tortiere, torturously tear ur stomach lining puttin an end to ur flippn whining puncturin hymens of wives of wack rappers strict boom bappers get a smack cuz i am dapperer than that fly: we gotta lotta water on deck i gotta magic key inside a massive treasure chest but since i don't know where it leads i'm gonna make the maker step to the plank, to his death - if he doesn't know he better guess better best me if you wanna rest, otherwise better not test this stee - test another guy's i'm flyer than any other pirate's ever been magazines unloaded on your door i'm deliverin ill: my lil limericks are giving cynics erections i make believers, bitchs jelly like pectin inspectin ur sis's cavities and orifices my wily slang is slippin thru ur fingers like oily fishes doling out that huberdeau splenda colder flow than withdrawal from blow in the winter im driving six inch spikes into ur shins till they splinter s'no bender than a dro bender lately they call me no beard no fear captain's had too many to steer when I'm a soldier comin home I just hope I still have my soul rather have my spirit than a rolex made of gold they comin over starin at my jewels... we win fly: this is your captain speaking i think this ship's crew is fit to coup or mutiny spit truth - that's why you're shootin me stupidly unproven fools accusin me of lootin booty the 1st rule of rule is that the natural enemy is the self includin me and everybody else universal guilt in the house, and i'm the keeper that's why you follow the leader ill: came for a coupla things, wheat thins salt and perrier left with a couple of dings in ur shins skull and vertebrae so run to khazakstan ur bag man's a bad man beat ur ass in with a bagged can till ur staring up at the fan obscene jerk with a mean twerk blind ye with the sheen of my dancing hiney till ur jeans steam as ya squirt spasmatically rapping till im asthmatically hacking causing mass orgasmic spasms as i crack my anal chasm fly: captain in again wasn't finished in the first place wordplay Finnegan's Wake i skim it on my break rippin a page for literature's sake i bit greats to get paid but didn't get paid a shimmerin blade spinnin in the fist of the first mate - curse fate worse comes to worse persecuted for pinchin the purse dipped in the surf when they usurp me ill: Max Huberdeau amassing uberflow with spitarific hutabristics my cools flows will sooth ur soul like yogurt on a dipstick lip sync to my shit and feel ur oral muscles grow implore you all to toke and open ur mouth as i dole out the truffles yo
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siz boom pop 04:43
always been a hanged man upside-down under a bridge with finger-painted pyramids and automatic weapons on my forehead guess I got a warhead and I'mma use it like bang, bang man I'm shooting fly: decay defiance the finest invited in the prime of our lives widen your eyes to see the brightest got the shine to get the blind seizing violent like St. Vitus Priapus stylus Midas-touching vagina papyrus lines are inspired divine reading your rites and they rhyme ripe and in season so please get right of your spiral decline vices have stifled your reason I'm like a rival to Jesus ill: Pisces in fleece, ur cyring wolf and ya mean it Sick of pitiful suckas praying on my accommodating nature, realizing being nice amounts to foolish behaviour, keeping the lizzy in the foreground, putting down parasites like old hounds beat leaping in bold bounds, stacking my gold in untold mounds, fuck a mythical prophet more like a despicable profiteer of what what ya don’t keep in ur pocket if ya brought a bike lock it, and if ya brought a glock cock it, cuz the globalists are knockin fly: Lockheed Martin got my glock heat sparking cause I'm a V-2 retaliation weapon on a fatal crescent free spew hella propellants out the end until I Brenschluss pass me the pen, cuz I'll put it to the pad and launch it past the speed of sound and then I'll send hot bombs down on English while my fingers are still steaming screaming comes across the sky this time it ain't theatre Peter Piper pepper-sprayed people with prejudice and then he ended up indebted to federal therapists ill: pedantic romantic w a flair for semantic encoding, flocking streets with my mind bending product like a dope ring, ruthless vocal attacs to wax toothless yokel hacks their little bellies soft and yellow macaroni and jello, making meat of the meek made, concealing a sleek blade, sikh made, creeping thru the shade to bleed ur veins, im burgling ur crib ill have ur baby pushing daisys and u strung up with his fuckin bib dangling off the fascia... Yes the ICC wont let me be or let me be me, genocidal g, cleanse the streets of empty mcs rap game Milosevic, feel my steelo hit ya like a kilo of bricks, im killing em off, innocent millions milling thru malls, spending their dollas till the pillars fall along with their jaws as my IED rocks through the concourse, wall of fiery napalm engulfs the food court, as I peeps it afterwards pass by victorias secret, see charred skeletons of vixens in singed booty shorts and g strings, looking like mannequins with no head or hands dead as fuck, I saw the end comin took initiative and jumped the gun. Kali yuga baby time to wile and get a little crazy throwin fuckin cyber bombs collapsing economies daily hack a military drone and program it to gat the wack, army of 3d printed mes guarding my back fly: I'm the secret history of hip-hop tech got that heavy ammunition on the breath when I flex I tend to stretch flux capacity and shed every husk every former self is dead immolated in the dust I'm the meanest I'm so fly like a phoenix ashes on the scenes I'm leaving better log it in and start believing mc martyr is a genius even if it means he'll lose his freedom tell you bout the time I wasted time? castrated Cronus hack a sack and throw it in the ocean for the porpoises my purpose is to make the state of things shake spin through a portal into pastime 88 crass rhymes a minute in a past life stripped of my rights made to rap and nightly threatened with rendition writtens slipped from my temporal ship and then given to chuck berry verily I dangle limp but I'm twitching cause I've always been a hanged man upside-down under a bridge with finger-painted pyramids and automatic weapons on my forehead guess I got a warhead and I'mma use it like bang, bang man I'm shooting
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ill: my dinosauric aura floors ya dwarfin hordes of boring oralists comin out swangin with aural fists miss no pore or orifice immortal shit on an ouroboric trip opening metaphorical portals to bliss and I insist your ass comes with smoke like forest fires got me pined up so lit I might just find a hiney go wine, dine and grind it all y'all grovelling squires call me sire or your highness I'm the highest the flyest dean and don of the times yes fly: slow gold burns from the lips on full unload weird flow on loud knows no bounds snorts whole mounds doubts every dogma in a dog pound spittin on a pregnant bitch getting put down take your puppy-eyes, open wide and look 'round sound of comets coming down on lost continents blunt cosmic kamikaze consciousness plough aw shit, I'm a motherfucking prophet I just hope that they don't fucking cross me like a crucifix - shit, I'm a martyr I'mma take my pick from your daughters breaking up, creating flames, flight wild I'm on my crater-making game right now I'm fit to radiate all day and I spray revelation Elijah is coming... bitches tellin me I know shady: it's like an earth-quake when we get baked I'm high off the hydro I drop one pound in the shit shake pass around and my eyes low kush makes me wake til I'm still in the sky, bro your shit's kind of fake can't get you high, bro my shit gets me baked til I leave the time-zone then into the quake and out of your mind bro ill: lunar taurus in the club - y'know party and bullshit spoonin with the moon venus on my penis like jupiter in width take a serving of that sassy Maxy splenda january thru december perrier, sherry and hen, sir fly: changin rhymes each time I sit to scan em like fuck even when I'm at the mic I haven't got em planned out like I mind my talk but it's like I'm not in control more like I channel not like it matters I chatter non-stop whether or not I want it I got the talent want it? I got the talent bitches tellin me I know
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fly: MC Fly AKA MK ULTRA-violent guy plays AKs daily like violins wild in this wilder nexus neck pressed w/ muzzle (junglist) chin pinches barrel to collarbone (all alone) digit on trig on my not novice shit in this bitch I got big I'mma jolly green jive turkey green jersey beams on your skyline I'm finalist I'll die for this prize I might write the last rhyme ever written riddler on the roof question marks on my suit I'm the best of the beast I'll possess every foo in your crew if your posse or you try to stop me I'll crop you at the very least harvest your fossils boots combat goggles are downcast my armour will outlast your harm stay the fuck off my farm or end up in a jar in my storm-celler, fella hide your kids hide your wife here comes the killer hydrogen cyanide will get you, ill spectre broke a pill spilled it out in your breakfast, lunch, dinner I give you one verse before the first surge or rigamortis will force you to forfeit strange games forever sick ghost, for rilla ill: ill spectre scaring women wit my bananza stanzas here ill b phil girl u can be lana polyamorous brideacide unloading nines on my nine wives dont forget the kittys better hope they really got nine lives pen my crass oratory in an underground laboratory rap dexter crouched over the pad till my neck hurts and chest bursts heres the lecture respect the spectre cut the cheque it ill cut ya neck till ya head plummets gut ya stuff ya as my patchaderm puppet rusty tech squeezin off lead, maiming sad clowns till my palms sweat speckles of brown and red hues mcfly u heard the news, im out to make ya a martyr stepping to spectre was a wack cause to die for from the start sir used to kill impersonally until i met mcfly u see a spectre such as a resides on high outside of time marty a mere mortal opened the temporal portal, jumped inside to hop ahead in time i said fine ya lil scamp on ur lil plank, u can go on right through just then the fucker leaked his rockets fuel on my new shoes he issued a duel n i laughed at the fools gall grabbed the snitches rocket seared his eyes out of his sockets (mcfly: stop it, aaah) bitch, wheres doc now?
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unified field theory up in this arena unified field theory you've never seen us unified field theory up in this arena green team ill: Celestial sphere is my jungle gym, ascended theres no hunger left, united with the maker thru creating were trumping death, emanating malketh with telepathic communication merging, converging, our souls act as one from behind maya’s curtains. Instead of competing were unified to mob the league, integral plays to amaze in every note word deed, unified field theory every mc is welcome, With holy fire were making goalies duck with all the pucks were top shelfin fly: my team is a constellation the players are all stars subject of conversation for laymen and wallflowers astronomers gawking and Stephen Hawking's a fan unified field theory call it the game-plan we follow the rain man Mensa members on offensive can be be aggressive calculating averages cashing in on massive attention for the mathematics we're green team respect us ill: Completmentary opposition whats a game without contrast, dropping simpleton lines, ignorant rhymes, and then popping off scholarly bombast, im willing to lose a few if I have to provide the team with the win I do it for the game’s sake, not my namesake, I’m simply one of many mini members of the game plan fly: "born alone" is some grown in test-tube clone talk and I won't walk with that chrome glock and I won't spark off at stone-faced cops to get laid out prone and told not to love dro because they know better I shake off grey lock cold fetters I play soft by the tome blow header off the top of my dome to heaven umbilical cord, plug it in to the mixing board if you live by the digital sword get ready to die of boredom before you're rewarded creek: its subliminally fuckin with me all the time. underlying current of my reality. gettin stuck in my rhymes. land: quicksand, time infinitely deep. hi im teej, what do i want to be? be what i want to see. im 3. kc: keta-creek, freak rosetta. my rhymes is shiny, sharp, better like i live by a silvery sword. sharp as fuck get cut via word. my existence absurd. awkward bird neck boy. enjoy getting used like a toy. check this masochistic liz twist back and handle his business. “what is this?” i cant believe i waited. tears of the dragoness. for rest soul faded. ravensblood in me chest. fucking never forget what it means to be dead. with a full moon silence. or violence instead i keep gettin dumb like i fell on my head. silver tongued devil like voicin it like voicin it like voicin it. personal hell dollars. ravensblood hollar what.
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ill: Strange prayers, gold team gods please appease this fraud, unlawful deeds I brag about extend my nose into a rod, rap game pinnochio my bragadocious flows so cold, meaningless streams, dreams of an unfulfilled soul. This vicious ste is composed of empty Potemkin cities, murderous me attempt to bury insecurities the unearthing of which will reveal a frail and weak, ectomorphic dork socially stunted runt timid and meek, ill spectre reflects everything this cat is not superficial as the tissue of my teeth this façade is ungodly a model shell of a man talking about bombing malls really standing in line with my mom. When dropping lines of murdering wifes im hurting inside compensating for my lack of romantic engagement, im praying on high, forgive these lies, so I can move on as a real guy. fly: choked on moss swallowed my tongue smoked too much I've talked too long throat is cut mud in my lungs I got blood in my mouth I cough dust when I howl I must get out with my phallus intact (castrated) complex is constant when complicated tech is tangled up in my cock and balls and I'm mangled and I've stalled at an angle blame that brain in derangement for the plan going wrong I'm not the man for the job I probably can't take it don't belong in the star fleet now my heart races slipping off the beat tripping on laces I pray for lack of patience but radiance forsaken is making me think I need to not fake it make my face naked indicate my place and I'll take a seat wait for the flame to wake my flesh from my self-obsessed fantasies take me to the canopy can't it be the galaxy's dancing malice is just a memory redemption @ hand
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Gold Team 06:01
ill: White black grey thru green gold, back to black repeat, from the meagerest pebble to acdc at their peak of stadium buzz, spraying rocking rays of radiant love, to make this dead space erupt with sapiens bugs, and reptiles gold team is out to make a cold cosmos fertile, worthwhile or not, cosmic fires are burning hot, don’t ya know that nuclear fusion is universally consuming plumes of heat to get ur planets ecosystem a booming. Gold Team, shines without seeing, inspires without speaking, love dumb and blind not a teaching but a feeling, a peeling of layers thru suffering and thru prayer, effacing a schism passing a spectrum thru a prism man maharshi wasn’t kidding with his riddles, bidding riddance to the ego, reveals the clear steelo of the ego. A gleam to bring forth life, and thwart the feeble me as an entity apart from the gleam of the solar sea. fly: juggler caught my eye by the optic nerve and turned my orbit hung it up under a herm in the curve of the firmament perched observer solar beholder cold curtains pebbled with bold globes inverting a dull order all lords in contra force to stall the course of all morbid good golly jolly gold fireballs out of their minds on atomic torque god smiles on wild cards a dark horse in apollo's court jocular sport jangler crowned planets are wrangled and new fangled patterns attained from the fount are emblazoned for haters to try to discount made to break down pray to the clown infinite jester is blessing the sound making the festival bounce making us dance frying the pan laughing in temporal trance handle abandoned and scant on the plans nameless a moth to the candle I am like a native to alter martyr to the flame fodder for sol invictus is the game
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ill: Glancing at the fanfare as im slanking, grimacing amidst this world of jims, sinking inward biting my upper lip, stank faced feeling like a stringed up puppet bitch, this sitch is unbearable snitchs everywhere I look, everythings got me shook. Mass crookery this city is a sinister cookery churning out razor blade steak to cut ya guts in digust, I cuss, myself for my lack of moral power, devouring to live so I can spit my oral showers. Feeling like im bout to bust, but the best my blue balled butt can do is fuss and howl curses, sour verses are my business, in a snit im frickin bitchin, the insidious mission of this cities glistening kitsch, is grippin lives scripting shit, im fuckin pissed. Kicking up pebbles, snivelling coward weeping as power elite are sipping gin with the devil. Im hacking backwoods, and hacking on tracks, and blazing packs in a daze, im frayed by the craze, but this grave face remains unfazed. Vyvanse and cheeba got me dancing speaking freaking flows lawdy im tweaking peaking on dro seeing nodes constellated nodes in the ceiling. All hands on deck cuz we brought the full pack roll back ur shoulders kick it like a doormat, the format is a sly groove, in a high mood kicking lines thru time to soothe. Pensive inventions, with elemental intentions meant to restore the senses, and drag ur ass back home lil sport, open that fearful heart to natures support fly: you wanna play a strange game? seemingly enjoying my life I take ahold of the day and I ride bold stride pace picking it's like I mentally aim at a place and by the time I've arrived I've made it mine, it's amazing every time and I steadily incline I jump up and land with style on my hover-board of course it's a metaphor I made up for making rhymes break the ceiling and bite the sky fuck kissing it Hendrix lips are ripped from my smile now kiss my skinny ass I give no pass to legends or giants elemental irrelevant excel at making it mine I primed development of never witnessed elegance inside of head that hold eyes with retinas stretched wide at the sight of death my destination in spite of my best efforts to better my diet fetter my vices or level my head castle in crisis sacral is bled now that I've seen the light I feel like glassing the mess I feel like crashing my deck wanna wreck wanna step from the edge of a stool with my neck in a noose wanna dangle like verily scared to ever choose where were you when I was terrified? on the loose flow fucking verified still no prosper hoping don't live long, hence pill popper stoking that bong kill-hoot from the glock first popper to the top is gonna stop it line-crosser I'm fine never mind let's not talk about it ever whine for long enough your jaw's locking from it? every eye gloss not crying just watch me punish my mind with the cunning I pine for running my mouth penning rune rhymes on my couch and ruining my life between bowel movements I'm out - fuck it temple in crisis mental is dead symbol is lifeless bender pit red light middle of the night shit nihilist but I'm still a green team player… cause I fight it tak: Down on a dime, dig a ditch, write a rhyme Spice some stew with the thyme Bic a nigga, lick o' shine Starshine, starshine Got that booty on my mind Got that booty on my mind Rootin' for the Green Team Bitties on the grind Ciggy blunt, punt a cunt, runt Munted all the time Horse feathers flock together Hank McCoy on sprucy pine Beef cake, mooky faced like lemon rinds Ass crack, crusty rack, team black Shakalak again Fake a figgy pudding Sticky pudding in the play pen Mandarin, like swaggy rings leave me dangaling I'm wrangling a hairy harlot for my meth den Opa Hey! a sultry lay, she jam to Green Day Far away like birdly creepers, something blue jay Humble pie, thunder thighs like Storm on Ritalin Then again, I'm like a goofy poof on mescaline Single Sam a lama-dam a shim-sham a ram-bam a thank you ma'am a flim-flam-flooey Tootin' my kazooie a rootin' tootin' rusty boot in your patooie Finger blast from the past Riff Raff at the aftermath Sniff your gash, ride my stash Take the green path I might be mean and flick your lean bean Is that obscene? I'm just a filthy Jim unraveling

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released November 18, 2013

Rhymes: ILL SPECTRE & MARTYr McFLY
Prod.: Persephonaut & Solar~Mass

Artwork by Jamie Ross



Thank you…

… 1st, and foremost: to Travis Grasmeyer, for introducing the two members of Strange Game to one another, and for being an irreplaceable friend to both of us. You would have been a major part of this project if it had been possible; still, you are featured on every track in spirit.
… to every artist that contributed: Sudatsuga/TakSuga, Creek, Shady Bear, Kimchi Kitty, Kloee Huberdeau, Jamie Ross.
… to Ann Kilpatrick and Pat Bednar, our mothers, for humouring us, and for your hospitality, helpfulness, and patronage.
… to the sacred space of the Raj, for being so.
... to all members of Green Team who accompanied Strange Game along the way: the members of Mavis Beakin (Justin Van Groningen, Luke Smit, Andrew Smith), Bryan Kenny & Renee Vigna, Pippy & Paul.
… and to Gold Team, for its Supreme Providence at all times. We are not worthy.

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Strange Game Calgary, Alberta

STRANGE GAME is an experimental hip-hop duo that plays for GREEN TEAM.

STRANGE GAME is ILL SPECTRE & MARTYr McFLY.

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