[Intro]

Kingdom!

From this day on

I will never - force - anything good

Down anybody's throat

Now before I start spazzin'

I'ma speak in a language

That the majority

Will understand

[Bridge]

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

Woah!

Tecca N9ne milla'

Kansas City Killa'

Turn up!

[Verse 1]

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 whatsl 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' willed as Farrakhan he

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, Strangenetically

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'ma be Superman, makin' Zod leave

Thinkin' you're gonna do better, you're puffin' the odd trees

(Godspeed)

[Chorus]

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

Killa!

City!

Soldier!

Turn up!

[Verse 2]

Low IQ listeners they bashin' (Niggas 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 tech

I'ma forever be ripping you never be up and ahead of me

'Cause I'ma 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 fob keys

Knock it out like the Ali's, but to you she was a rod tease

Not another soul will rock it whenever the K.O.D. breathes

(Godspeed)

[Chorus]

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

Killa!

City!

Soldier!

[Outro]

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

Gainin' real amazing wages

Wit' 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!