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lirik lagu knock – tech n9ne, conway the machine, x-raided & joyner lucas

[intro: 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

[verse 1: 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 wh0re 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 n*gga 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
[verse 2: conway the machine]
look, we used to be cane shopping for whole blocks
now them griselda gang n*ggas, they got it on lock
where them young n*ggas put switches on they glocks and load mops
my man went through them n*ggas hood and shot the whole block
he diss us, he getting dumped before his album gon’ drop
another rapper dead but sh*t, 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 n*ggas king)
you know i make the music n*ggas with felonies sing
well lately the ladies been all on me telling me things like “con you my everything”
asking who that n*gga 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 n*ggas ain’t selling a thing
(talk to ’em)
play with me if you want and you getting spilled
you n*ggas act like y’all the only n*ggas that did a drill
the difference we don’t brag on internet when we get a k!ll
i’m headlining over n*ggas ’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)

[chorus: tech n9ne]
knock, knock, knock
til the sh*t in your momma’s china cabinet drop
knock, knock, knock
i’m tired of knockin’, so i’m kickin’ in the spot
[verse 3: x*raided]
everytime i bust a rhyme, that’s when disaster strikes
got an original flow and never cared what none of you b*st*rds 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 h0m*phone 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 h*lla 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?
[chorus: tech n9ne]
knock, knock, knock
til the sh*t in your momma’s china cabinet drop
knock, knock, knock
i’m tired of knockin’, so i’m kickin’ in the spot

[verse 4: joyner lucas]
yeah, joyner
yo, this rap sh*t 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 k!lled the old me to a suicide, it’s a violin
sh*t, if i could do it all over i’d die again and get out the game
’cause half of these n*ggas 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
n*gga they studying me trying to figure out why i keep sh*tting on n*ggas
they hate when i pick on these n*ggas but sh*
i’m really just sick of these n*ggas
i hate to get back to violence, but
gotta find me a moment to stunt on these n*ggas, i had to time it
if my life was a whip then i’m riding this sh*t 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 sh*t)
d*mn, this sh*t way too overbearing
but i’m still going to shake the dice (tech, what up n*gga?)
n*gga what you know about eggs and rice
i turned something out of nothing
it’s a f*cking papercut
if i threw on all my jewelry you would see the vegas lights
this a f*cking poltergeist
this ain’t happen overnight, n*gga (joyner)

[chorus: tech n9ne]
knock, knock, knock
til the sh*t in your momma’s china cabinet drop
knock, knock, knock
i’m tired of knockin’, so i’m kickin’ in the spot

- tech n9ne conway the machine x raided joyner lucas

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