Album: The Storm (2016)
  • Kingdom!
    From this day on
    I will never, force, anything good
    Down anybody's throat
    Now before I start spazzin'
    I'mma speak in a language
    That the majority
    Will understand

    Niggas see me shinin'
    They know Tech Nina the best at the rhymin'
    Yeah, but they ain't buyin'
    Strange Music flyin'
    We steady climbin'
    I'm still a wanted man
    I get a hunnid band
    Still I do Summer Jam
    Tecca N9ne milla'
    Kansas City Killa'
    Turn up!

    Bubblin' up with it because a nigga be gassin'
    Enemy know that I'm ready for action
    No matter the money we gotta go dummy, I'm wit' it so nigga whats happenin'
    I feel like comin' and do it with passion
    Whenever I'm in the booth I'm real as ramen and juicy juice
    And the vomit induced when the onyx been poop
    Regroup and spin this shit
    Learnin' this level of linguistics
    Lot of you who lose it love lickin' limp bizkits
    And I am done
    Tryna shine a star of Donnie to the people like "fuck this nigga"
    Soundin' will as Farrakhan
    Never can raise the bar upon me
    I am on par with omni
    Kill every thing in sight before the light say Habari Gani
    Longevity, haters don't wan' credit me
    When I'm steadily reachin' people like mom said it'd be
    They yawn heavily, like they be gone medically
    When I'm bussin' on this bitch industry like Ron Jeremy
    This song's therapy, strong genetically, bomb palms red if he's blond
    Here to denouncin' The Don's pedigree
    I'm a 'gnac linguist
    Wit' a black penis
    I can act meanest
    'Cause I'm a rap genius
    Keepin' 'em crack fiendish
    Praise K.O.D. please
    For blowin' up himself like his last name was Aziz
    No kryptonite, I'mma be Superman, makin' Zod leave
    Thinkin' you're gonna do better, you're puffin' the odd trees

    Everybody know us
    We ain't gotta say it
    They know can't nobody hold us
    Maybe 'cause the flow screams
    Inner city killa
    Ain't no coming from the shoulder
    Strikin' like a cobra
    (Kansas City!)
    Lightin' up the dough
    We gonna blow just like I told ya
    Steady getting mo' green
    Turn up!

    Low IQ listeners they bashin'
    Lightweight keeping me flashin'
    I don't think they ready for the murder for the slashin'
    From MMM chopping 'em up in pieces in a wicked fashion
    Not a nigga left, why you triggered then
    From the hottest spitta, fought a bigger Tech
    How ya figured that
    How ya gonna test a hobbler
    Shoulda' stayed behind the candelabra
    The God does damage to who's talking fucking bologna (bologna)
    About who the best, from my crew the threat
    From here to Budapest, this how you shoot the Tec
    I'mma forever be ripping you never be up and ahead of me
    'Cause I'mma shooter, do ya through your neck
    Shake it till it open make a milli' man I did it and I blew the check
    For Pete's sake
    This music is gleamin', but because all of the streamin' will never reach cake
    Good thing we didn't get our piece late, we straight
    Seven this beats great, shoulda' probably did it with Keith Ape
    This is for the villains
    Kansas City livers stackin' paper to the ceilin'
    And fuck how they feelin'
    If they hate the way we movin' 'cause we really make a killin'
    Make your broad leave
    'Cause she diggin' me and my niggas we get it open like five keys
    Knock it out like the Ali's, but to you she was a raw tease
    Not another soul will rock it whenever the K.O.D. breathes

    Everybody know us
    We ain't gotta say it
    They know can't nobody hold us
    Maybe 'cause the flow screams
    Inner city killa
    Ain't no coming from the shoulder
    Strikin' like a cobra
    (Kansas City!)
    Lightin' up the dough
    We gonna blow just like I told ya'
    Steady getting mo' green

    Ooh, Godspeed
    If you think you're brave enough then come and try me!
    I kill everything in sight
    People hate that the number one is related
    To the greatest
    Independent favorite
    That made it, hella rippin' up stages
    And gave it everything in pages
    And gainin' real amazing wages
    Double eight did with Travis
    Integrated now as the latest hits
    Fuckin' right nigga!
    We came up from the gutter
    To lots of butter, I put that on Uncle Ike nigga!
    Thanks to Carlton and Maudie, N9ne was born!
    Now everybody on the globe gonna have their eye on
    The Storm! Writer/s: Aaron Dontez Yates, Michael Summers
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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