[Intro: 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 main squatted on jocks
The pain brought - it won't stop
On the 'caine that's arranged by Dame got it on lock

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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 auras taught me, the Moore's, 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
From me I tour the follies
Now the core, 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 n***a 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
[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Look, we used to be cane shopping for whole blocks
Now them Griselda Gang n***as, they got it on lock
Where them young n***as put switches on they Glocks and load mops
My man went through them n***as 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 n***as King)
You know I make the music n***as with felonies sing
Well lately the ladies been all on me telling me things like "Con you my everything"
Asking who that n***a 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
Dont wanna hear your coke raps, you broke n***as ain't selling a thing
(Talk to 'em)
Play with me if you want and you getting spilled
You n***as act like y'all the only n***as that did a drill
The difference we don't brag on internet when we get a kill
I'm headlining over n***as '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)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
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
[Verse 3: X-Raided]
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 aye had to clear my eye to improve the vision
That's a homophone - though the West Coast is where I'm known to Rome (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
Fragrantly 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 ca' 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 SON (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?
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
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

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas]
Yeah, Joyner
Yo, 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 violin
Shit, if I could do it all over I'd die again and get out the game
'Cause half of these n***as 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
N***a they studying me trying to figure out why I keep shitting on n***as
They hate when I pick on these n***as but sh-
I'm really just sick of these n***as
I hate to get back to violence, but
Gotta find me a moment to stunt on these n***as, 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 n***a?)
N***a 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, n***a (Joyner)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
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