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Knock
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Tech N9ne
Featuring(s) : Joyner Lucas
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[Tech N9ne] The Strange God is on top 'Cause the brain is enflamed It drains quarters on shots Then came water flown snot And I blame smoking strains with thangs spotted on pot My name's lotted, throne's watched I bang on you lames, your main squatted on jocks The pain brought - it won't stop On the cane that's arranged by Dame got it on lock [Tech N9ne] You're the copy, I'm the original How you wiggle is sort of saucy You need a bit more to top me (Pause) Had hordes of thotties, some odor stopped me No whore to lock me for debauchery Good auras taught me, the Moore's, the akhis Galore you brought me Any Lord on the cross we ignore the mockeries, it's porta potty But go and explore your hobbies From me I tour the follies Now the core, the body is adored to jolly 'Cause in every town I hit I scored the brocolli, no cops see or Tekashi's Every time I flow, it's disaster shown Solo now when I put the murder down, yes I act alone Trying not to outrap the song, red flag, say rag you're wrong Lads'll groan, color in the uniform of Pat Mahomes K-I-N-G a lot of people don't see that he got hip-hop in his ligaments All the negative chatting, they wonder where the positive nigga went But I gotta deliver this, I'm the greatest when I dominate it, never compensated And you know I'm the best and you say another one is, that's cognitive dissonance [Conway The Machine] Look, we used to be cane shopping for whole blocks Now them Griselda Gang niggas, they got it on lock Where them young niggas put switches on they Glocks and load mops My man went through them niggas hood and shot the whole block He diss us, he getting dumped before his album gon' drop Another rapper dead but shit, now he gon' pop Now look at the face of his homies and momma, all shocked This drum work, I bet now they know that's how them boys rock, ah! (Talk to 'em niggas King) You know I make the music niggas with felonies sing Well lately the ladies been all on me telling me things like "Con you my everything" Asking who that nigga right now when they yelling "Machine" And not just from the flawless stones and the bezzeling ring Giant flows hit like body blows, the impact sever your spleen Dont wanna hear your coke raps, you broke niggas ain't selling a thing (Talk to 'em) Play with me if you want and you getting spilled You niggas act like y'all the only niggas that did a drill The difference we don't brag on internet when we get a kill I'm headlining over niggas 'cause I'm the bigger deal So when it's contract time I get the bigger deals But I'ma do it Indie, that's how I get the bigger mills My music hit different if you really was in the field (Machine) [Tech N9ne] Knock, knock, knock Til the shit in your momma's china cabinet drop Knock, knock, knock I'm tired of knockin', so I'm kickin' in the spot [X-Raided] Everytime I bust a rhyme, that's when disaster strikes Got an original flow and never cared what none of you bastards like You punch a line lyin' about commiting a bunch of crimes Ended up crying after them people seen a RICO with a bunch of time I'm the blue edition of Stange Music's new addition Yes I had to clear my eye to improve the vision That's a homophone though the West Coast is where I'm known to roam You can catch me in KC having challah and provolone (Get that money mane) When Tech N9ne passed the mic, I caught the holy ghost and recited the last half of the passion of Christ in Arabic Aromatic, walked in, your girl stated I'm fragrant Fragrantly disregardful of you hella blatant, dubious Pass the light, let's blaze it and lift it up My duty was to crush the track - who the best, it's truly us (Strange!) Deranged in the membrane and plain jane rhyme schemes is thin, mane Like your skin I get under it like a splinter Your membership is mainly in relation to your kin's fame, nepotistic So your dopeness ain't something that I consider, nephew I propose that we pose and take a picture So when they forget you, you could say you knew X and Tech and they'll remember Dismember your temper, my temperature's hotter than an ember And that hatred burning all in your spirit right in the center I'm the sun, solar, the polar opposite of the Winter I'm Mithra, I died and born again on the solstice in December May I enter? [Tech N9ne] Knock, knock, knock Til the shit in your momma's china cabinet drop Knock, knock, knock I'm tired of knockin', so I'm kickin' in the spot [Joyner Lucas] Yeah, Joyner Yo, this rap shit got me tired and I've been tired since Been thinking about retiring, all this winning gets tiring And I admit, I've been too obsessed with tryna win That I killed the old me to a suicide, it's a violin Shit, if I could do it all over I'd die again and get out the game 'Cause half of these niggas is cap with a giant brim They say I'm corny, I think it's funny 'cause I am him And all your favorite rappers call me and say I inspire them I'm out of my mind, I think that I have to find it They told me "your absent minded" Gets on a plan and I mastermind it And I'm on your class curriculum Nigga they studying me trying to figure out why I keep shitting on niggas They hate when I pick on these niggas but sh- I'm really just sick of these niggas I hate to get back to violence, but Gotta find me a moment to stunt on these niggas, I had to time it If my life was a whip then I'm riding this shit til my axles grinding Standing on the top of the mountains of death, I had to climb it And my diamonds match the climate so don't come near us I'm too lit, you can't compare us Youtube trips I went to Paris I bought houses for my parents (Real shit) Damn, this shit way too overbearing But I'm still going to shake the dice (Tech, what up nigga?) Nigga what you know about eggs and rice I turned something out of nothing It's a fucking papercut If I threw on all my jewelry you would see the Vegas lights This a fucking poltergeist This ain't happen overnight, nigga (Joyner) [Tech N9ne] Knock, knock, knock Til the shit in your momma's china cabinet drop Knock, knock, knock I'm tired of knockin', so I'm kickin' in the spot
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