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The Strange god is on top 'Cause the brain is inflamed, it drains cortisone shots Then came water flown snot And I blame smokin' strains with thangs spotted on pot My names lauded thrones watched I bang on you lames, ya main squatted on jocks! The pain brought, it won't stop On the cane, that's arranged by Dame got it on lock! You're the copy, I'm the original How you wiggle is sorta saucy, you need a bit more to top me (Pause) Had hordes of thotties, some order stopped me No more to lock me for debauchery, good auras taught me The Moors, the Ahkt's galore ya brought me, any lord on across me Ignore the mockeries, it's Porta Potty, but go on explore ya hobbies From me, I tore the folly, now the core, the body is door to jolly, 'cause in every town I hit, I score the broccoli No copssee or Tekashi's Every time I flow, it's disaster shown Solo now when I put the murder down, yes, I act alone Tryin' not to outrap the song, red flag, say rag ya wrong Lad to grown, color in the uniform of Pat Mahomes K.I.N.G. lotta people don't see he got hip hop in his ligaments All the negative chat and 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, then you say another is, that's cognitive dissonance Letras de cancionesLook, we used to be 'caine shoppin' for whole blocks Now them Griselda gang niggas, they got it on lock Where them young niggas pull switches on they glocks and load mops My man went through them niggas hood and shot the whole block He disses, he gettin' 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 It's DrumWork, I bet now they know that's how them boys rock, ah! Talk to them niggas KING, yeah You know I make the music niggas with felonies sing But lately the ladies been all on me and tellin' me things Like, "Con, you my everything" Ask 'em, who that nigga right now? And they yellin' Machine And not just from the flawless stones in the desolate ring Jottin', flows hit like body blows the impact severe your spleen Don't wanna hear your coat raps, you broke niggas ain't sellin' a thing Talk to 'em, talk to 'em Play with me if you want and you gettin' spilled You niggas act like ya'll the only niggas that did a drill The difference, we don't brag on Internet when we get a kill I'm headlinin' 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 Knock, knock, knock Till the shit in ya mama's china cabinet drop! Knock, knock, knock I'm tired of knockin', so I'm kickin' in the spot Every time I Busta 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 committin' a bunch of crimes Ended up cryin' after them people signal Rico wit' a bunch of time I'm the blue addition to Strange Music's new edition 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 havin' 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 Aramaic Aromatic, walked in, yo' girl stated I'm fragrant Flagrantly 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's the best? It's truly us Strange! Deranged in the membrane, them Plain Jane rhyme schemes is thin, mayne Like yo 'skin, I'll get under it like a splinter Yo' membership is mainly in relation to your kin's fame Nepotistic So your dopeness ain't somethin' that I consider Nephew, I propose that we pose and take a picture So when they forget that, you can say you knew X and Tech and they'll remember Dismember your temper, my temperature's hotter than an ember And that hatred burnin' all in your spirit right in the center I'm The Son, SOLAR, the polar opposite of the winter I'm Mithra, I die and I'm born again on the solstice in December May I enter? Knock, knock, knock Till the shit in ya mama's china cabinet drop! Knock, knock, knock I'm tired of knockin', so I'm kickin' in the spot Yeah, this rap shit got me tired and I've been tired since Been thinkin' 'bout retirin', all this winnin' gets tirin' (Facts) And I admit, I've been too obsessed with tryna win That I killed the old me, it was suicide, it's a violin And shit, if I could do it all over, I'd die again And get out the game, 'cause half these niggas is cap with a giant brim (Cap) They say I'm corny, I think it's funny, 'cause I am him And all yo' favorite rappers call me and say I inspire them I'm outta my mind, I think that I have to find it They told me I'm absent minded Dissin' my pain and I mastermind it (Whoa) And I'm one of your class curriculum, nigga, they studyin' me tryna figure out why I keep shittin' on niggas They hate when I pick on these niggas, but I'm really just sick of these niggas I hate to get back to violence, but couldn't find me, your moment, that's felonies, niggas, I had to time it, uh If my life was whip, then I'm ridin' they shit till my axels grinded Standin' ontop of the mountains of death, I had to climb it And my diamonds match the climate (Bling) So don't come near us, I'm to lit, you can't compare us You took trips and went to Paris, I bought houses for my parents (Real shit) Damn, this shit way too overbearin', but I'm still gon' shake the dice (Tech, what up, nigga?) Nigga, what you know 'bout eggs and rice? I turned somethin' outta nothin', this a fuckin' paper kite If I threw out all my jewelry, you gon' see them Vegas lights This is fuckin' poltergeist, this ain't happen overnight, nigga, Joyner Knock, knock, knock Till the shit in ya mama's china cabinet drop! Knock, knock, knock I'm tired of knockin', so I'm kickin' in the spot From Letras Mania