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Kings of Rock
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Notion
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Verse 1: Gravity Christ Yo, I know a million ways to kill a motherf**ker with words I’m the remedy, the energy, the adjectives and verbs I’m a gamer with charisma, you can peep my Twitch Shoot a rapper first person, leave his ass in the ditch Like a pastor when I pass the basket, run bills It’s only a baptism if you was born with gills Rap rappin’ with these Aussies, drinking beer and selfies They hit my cell phone, they know I roam and I’m stealthy A backpack, some weed and a little coffee ristretto A Cuban missile crisis and training coke in the ghetto I’m living like I’m promised another planet and pain You swear to God I’m a Crip the way I’m killin’ The Game See the bottom of your feet when I’m blastin’ plasma Like The Hulk, it’s your fault if I black and tag ya Titan smash on your tent and take a p*ss on ya fire I’m the King of Rock and I don’t get tired Verse 2: Cee Let’s go, yeah, throw me a Fender and I shred the sh*t Rockin’ since a youngun, only stoppin’ when the pencil hit Put me on a f**kin’ track and they object to sh*t I do ‘em how Israeli’s did Gaza, boy, and dead the kids f**k ‘em, this ain’t for radio to play it though The haters finna hate but it’s what the tastemakers are achin’ for These little f**kboys trend following, best holla at The team who runnin’ that next power sh*t, test stopping ‘em I’m drinking India Pale in the Canadian winter A meat pie and pavlova, Australian dinner We rollin’ with an OG from Los Angeles Wild c**ts with stages and beats that we cause damage at Yeah, we f**kin’ rock kings with a rap habit Champagne taste with a crack budget and acid manners We Axel and Slash, Hammett and Hetfield Morello, De La Rocha, motherf**ker, pay respect still, still Verse 3: Notion Ayo guitars wailin', and y'all sayin' we don't rock this? We Van Halen, Aussie blood, got no options Glad you stopped in, yes b*t*h, we Top 10 Like Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, we locked in Cuttin’ c**ts off, as I tighten my circle I'm using that FireWire, so the slice’ll burn you I served you, yo I'm airborne like Bird Flu I'm put here to murk dudes, I'm puttin’ in work, duke And that's just me, I'm mindin' my B-I Buzzing like a beehive, mendin' my three eye Gee, why, do all these clowns keep harassing me? Young un-classy G's, I'm done with the baggage, please So we finna slap back society Spillin’ my drink all over the curb, ignoring sobriety Exploring the wiring of how we are made Whoa, times have changed, even more so now, we slaves, engage!
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