| Kingdom!
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| From this day on
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| I will never — force — anything good
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| Down anybody’s throat
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| Now before I start spazzin'
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| I’m a speak in a language
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| That the majority
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| Will understand
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| Niggas see me shinin'
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| They know Tech N9nna the best at the rhymin'
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| Yeah, but they ain’t buyin'
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| Strange Music flyin'
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| We steady climbin'
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| I’m still a wanted man
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| I get a hunnid band
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| Still I do Summer Jam
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| Woah!
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| Tecca N9ne milla'
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| Kansas City Killa'
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| Turn up!
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| Bubblin' up with it because a nigga be gassin'
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| Enemy know that I’m ready for action
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| No matter the money we gotta go dummy and with' it so nigga what’s happenin'
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| I really come and I do it with passion
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| Whenever I’m in the booth I real as ramen and juicy juice
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| And the vomit induced when the onyx been poop
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| Regroup and spin this shit
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| Learnin' this level of linguistics
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| Lot of you who lose it love lickin' limp bizkits
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| And I am done
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| Tryna shine a star of Donnie to the people like «fuck this nigga»
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| Soundin' will as Farrakhan he
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| Never can raise this bar upon me
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| I am on par with omni
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| Kill every thing in sight before the light say habari gani
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| Longevity, haters don’t wan' credit me
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| When I’m steadily reachin' people like mom said I’d be
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| They on heavily, like it be gone medically
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| When I’m bustin' on this bitch in the street like Ron Jeremy
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| This song’s therapy, strong genetically, bomb palms red if he’s blond
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| Here to be 'nouncin' The Don’s pedigree
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| I’m a 'gnac linguist
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| With' a black penis
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| I can act meanest
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| 'Cause I’m a rap genius
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| Keepin' 'em crack fiendish
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| Praise K.O.D. |
| please
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| For blowin' up himself like his last name was
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| No kryptonite, I’m a be Superman, makin' Zod leave
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| Thinkin' you’re gonna do better, you’re puffin' the odd trees
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| (Godspeed)
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| Everybody know us
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| We ain’t gotta say it
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| They know can’t nobody hold us
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| Maybe 'cause the flow screams
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| Kansas City Killa
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| Ain’t no coming from the shoulder
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| Strikin' like a cobra
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| (Kansas City!)
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| Lightin' up the dough
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| We gonna blow just like I told ya'
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| Steady getting mo' green
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| Killa!
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| City!
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| Soldier!
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| (TURN UP!)
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| Low IQ listeners they bashin'
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| Lightweight keeping me flashin'
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| I don’t think they ready for the murder for the slashin'
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| From MMM chopping em up in pieces in a wicked fashion
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| Not a nigga left, why you triggered then
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| From the hottest spitta, fought a bigger Tech
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| How ya figured that
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| How ya gonna test a hobbler
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| Shoulda' stayed behind the candlelight bruh
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| The God does damage to who’s talking fucking bologna (bologna)
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| About who the best, from my crew the threat
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| From here to Budapest, this how you shoot the tech
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| I’m a forever be ripping you never be up and ahead of me
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| 'Cause I’m a shooter be it through the neck
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| Shake it till it open make a milli' man I did it and I blew the check
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| For Pete’s sake
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| This music is gleamin', but because all of the streamin' will never reach cake
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| Good thing we didn’t get our piece late, we straight
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| Se7en this beats great, shoulda' probably did it with Keith Ape
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| This is for the villains
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| Kansas City livers stackin' paper to the ceilin'
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| And fuck how they feelin'
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| If they hate the way we movin' 'cause we really make a killin'
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| Make your broad leave
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| 'Cause she diggin' me and my niggas we get it open like five keys
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| Knock it out like the Ali’s, but to you she was a raw tease
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| Not another soul will rock whenever the K.O.D. |
| breathes
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| (Godspeed)
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| Everybody know us
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| We ain’t gotta say it
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| They know can’t nobody hold us
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| Maybe 'cause the flow screams
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| Kansas City Killa
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| Ain’t no coming from the shoulder
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| Strikin' like a cobra
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| (Kansas City!)
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| Lightin' up the dough
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| We gonna blow just like I told ya'
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| Steady getting mo' green
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| Killa!
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| City!
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| Soldier!
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| (TURN UP!)
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| Ooh, Godspeed
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| If you think you’re brave enough then come and try me!
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| I kill everything in sight
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| People hate that the number one is related
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| To the greatest
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| Independent favorite
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| That made it, hella rippin' up stages
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| And gave it everything in pages
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| And gainin' real amazing wages
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| Double eight day with Travis
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| Integrated now as the latest hits
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| Fuckin' right nigga!
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| We came up from the gutter
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| To lots of butter, I put that on Uncle Ike nigga!
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| Thanks to Carter and Maudie, N9ne was born!
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| Now everybody on the globe gonna have their eye on
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| The Storm! |