Songtext Knock Tech N9Ne

Knock

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

Look, 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