Video tech n9ne face off lyrics

Rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face off

Spirit of a lion describes my soulGive it up to zion then my fire growsWishing of a riot inside my lobeAm I trippin’? It’s the highest when I fight my foes!Bip, I’ma hit ’em with this, you ’bout to get yo’ ass kickedMy technique is so sick, I’m ’bout to make the hit quickWhole lotta muscle (chea) you don’t wanna be in a tussle (chea)Better than me? That’s rubbleYou want trouble? What’s up though? (chea)Feelings hot to kill a top gorillaDrop and kneel to pops, I grilled the oppFor real, ya clock, it yield and stopYa will is shot, the deal was knock ya till ya plopI got the hell comin’ yo way (chеa)You softer than a thing of yoplaitNever compеtitive with the better kid, I go crayGonna be deaded because I fed it to the mo’ graves (chea)When you wake up in that wet bloodAin’t no way you ’bout to get upHow you know that I taxed yo’ ass?’Cause you got the motherfuckin’ check stub (rrr)Always gonna have to pay costWhen you steppin’ in my way, bossWhen I build steel and you stay softYou’re gonna punk out when we face off!

Rumble, they gon’ take your face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take your face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’

Rumble there, young man, they rumbleRun up, get a combo quicklyHelp you understand but stay humble (do-do)Don’t nobody wanna talk about the way of the worldThe weight of the world’ll make ’em all crumbleAnd I might stumble, but I pick myself upBrush myself off, my thoughts of a goddamn boss (woo)I am at their neck like I’m Malcolm XLike I’m Dr. King, like I’m Cornell WestLike I’m Huey P., like I’m booker tLike I’m Rosa Parks, I’ma need my restNiggas know what I’m ’bout I’ll run up in yo’ houseFeet up all on your couch, sock you right in your mouthI ain’t after no clout, it could really go southI’m prepared to go to battle whenever there is a bout (ah)I am MuhammadAli I’m payin’ the homage, policy is to be honestI take it beyond it thoughI can relate to ebonics and really I hate to be ominousAll of your hate is too obviousI am the hustle, the muscle, I play for the audienceI am a gangster with knowledgeIf you wanna enter the ring, I would hate to be oppositeJab with the right, jab with the leftJab with the right, now you got ’em all staggerin’He gon’ come back with the right, back with the leftThat’s when you step to the side, now daggerYou gon’ be damned if you do, damned if you don’tBastard, I’m like Cassius, my swaggerIt really don’t matter pardon, I’m hardenedLawless, the martian kickin’ that jargon (ah)

Rumble, they gon’ take your face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take your face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’

Barber cape off how I’m giving the fadeBased off the description I gaveCut the game off, I’m a street fighterBeat the breaks off like the whip on the stageHand out ass whippingsMy plate haters ate off, yeah, get hitler a steakIt’ll be chaos like an emerald chaseWhen I face off in a nicolas cageY-y-y-yeah, I’m living in ragePunch a pussy nigga like I’m fisting his babeI was sitting in the ‘spital, going mental, doc had told meThey’ll forget me but they didn’t, I remember them daysAnd I don’t wanna be batman, nigga, I’m baneLiterally how the venom enters my veinsSince a little one, killa really been sick in the brainAnd the more I think about it, my life was twisted, waitReminiscing on when mom and dad would wonderWhy they couldn’t reach me like they didn’t have my numberFighting for my sanity, I never had the hungerPut a nigga underground quick, that’s a bunkerSh-shock ’em like I’m master’s brotherBetter pick your battles, busters halfway underHit more times than acupunctureWhen it comes to rumbling, I’m afro thunderReally it be funny when I kick it to you dummiesHow I’m grippin’ on the iron when I’m rhyming on the micBecause it really will get bloody like I’m kicking it with buddiesWhen I beat a nigga up like I was iron nigga mikeI tell ’em they don’t wanna tussle, when I’m at ’em, they gon’ dropBet you that he stumble when I jab him then I crossLeave a nigga humble like, damn, when Kenny dropped’Cause really we can rumble like jackie in the bronxWe gon’

Rumble, they gon’ take your face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take your face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face off (chyeah)

It’s about drive, it’s about power, we stay hungry, we devourPut in the work, put in the hours and take what’s oursBlack and samoan in my veins, my culture bangin’ with strangeI change the game so what’s my motherfuckin’ name? (rock)What they gonna get though?Desecration, defamation, if you wanna bring it to the massesFace to face now we escalatin’ when I have to put boots to assesMean on ya like a dream when I’m rumblin’You’re gonna scream, mamaSo bring drama to the king brahma (then what?)Comin’ at ya’ with extreme mana (ahoo, ahoo, ahoo)

Thank you brother, tech n9neThank you, teremanaOne take, that’s a wrapFace-off

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