Songtexte Knock - Joyner Lucas , Conway the Machine , X-Raided , Tech N9ne

The Strange God is on top, 'cause the brain is enflamed
It drains cortisone 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 mans squatted on jocks, the pain brought, it won't stop
On the 'caine that's arranged by (Dame got it on lock)

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 aurors taught me, the Moores, 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, for me I tour the follies
Now the core of 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 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 and you say another is, that's cognitive dissonance

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)

Yeah, 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
Don't wanna hear your coke raps, you broke niggas ain't selling a thing, (talk to 'em)

Yeah, 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)

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

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 committing a bunch of crimes
Ended up crying after them people signal RICO with 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, your 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 the best?, it's truly us (strange!)
Deranged in the membrane, them 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 can 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 die and I'm born again on the solstice in December
May I enter?

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, yeah
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 violence
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 "you're 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
I 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
Couldn't 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
You took trips and 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)

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