RumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face off
Spirit of a lion describes my soulGive it up to Zion, then my fire growsWishin’ of a riot inside my lobeAm I trippin’? Is the highest when I fight my foes?Bip, I’ma hit ’em with this, you ’bouta get yo’ ass kickedMy technique is so sick, I’m ’bout to make the hit quickWhole lotta muscle (chyeah), you don’t wanna be in a tussle (chyeah)Better than me? That’s rubbleYou want trouble? What’s up, dawg?Feelings hot to kill a top guerillaDrop and kneel to pops, I grilled the oppFor real, your clock it yield and stopYour will is shot, the deal was knock ya ’til you plopI got the hell comin’ your wayYou softer than a thing of YoplaitNever competitive with the better kid, I go crayGonna be deaded because I fed it to the mo’ gravesWhen 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 stubAlways gonna have to pay cost when you steppin’ in my way bossWhen I build steel and you stay soft, you’re gonna punk out when we face off
RumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’
Rumble there young man, they rumbleRun up, get a combo, quickly help you understand but stay humbleDon’t nobody wanna talk about the weight of the worldThe weight of the world’ll make ’em all crumbleAnd I might stumble, but I pick myself up, brush myself off, my thoughts of a goddamn bossI am at they neck like I’m Malcolm X, like I’m Dr. King, like I’m Cornell WestLike I’m Huey P., like I’m Booker T., like 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 boutI am Muhammad, Ali, I’m payin’ the homage, policy is to be honestI take it beyond it though, I can relate to ebonics and really I hate to be ominousAll of your hate is too obvious, I am the hustle, the muscle, I play for the audienceI am a gangster with knowledge, if you wanna enter the ring, I would hate to be oppositeJab with the right, jab with the left, jab 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’t, bastard, I’m like Cassius my swaggerIt really don’t matter, pardon, I’m hardened, lawless the Martian, kickin’ that jargon (ah)
RumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’
Barber cape off how I’m givin’ a fadeBased off the description I gaveCut the game off, I’m a Street FighterBeat breaks off like the whip on the stageHand out, ass whippings my plateHaters ate off, yeah, get Hitler a steakIt’ll be chaos like a emerald chaseWhen I face off in a Nicolas CageYeah, I’m livin’ in ragePunch a pussy-nigga like I’m fistin’ his babeI was sittin’ in the ‘spital, goin’ mentalDoc had told me they’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 (wait)Reminiscin’ on my mom and dad, would wonderWhy they couldn’t reach out, like they didn’t have my numberFightin’ for my sanity, I never had the hungerPut a nigga under ground quick, that’s a bunkerShock ’em like I’m Master’s brotherBetter pick your battles, busters halfway underHit more times than acupunctureWhen it comes to rumblin’, I’m AfrothunderReally it be funny when I kick it to you dummiesHow I’m grippin’ on this iron when I’m rhymin’ on the micBecause it really will get bloody like I’m kickin’ 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 ’em then I crossLeave a nigga humble, like damn, when can he drop?‘Cause really we can rumble like Jackie in the Bronx, we gon’
RumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face offThey gon’ rumbleThey gon’ take yo’ face off (chyeah)
It’s about drive, it’s about powerWe stay hungry, we devourPut in the work, put in the hours and take what’s ours (ahoo)Black and Samoan in my veinsMy 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 you with extreme mana
Thank you, brother, Tech N9neThank you, TeremanaOne take, that’s a wrapFace off, mm
