They Gon Take Your Face Off Lyrics is written and sung by Tech N9ne (feat. Joey Cool, King Iso & Dwayne Johnson). The title of the song is Face Off.
They Gon Take Your Face Off Lyrics
[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
Rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face off
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Spirit of a lion describes my soul
Give it up to Zion then my fire grows
Wishing of a riot inside my lobe
Am I trippin’? It’s the highest when I fight my foes!
Bip, I’ma hit ’em with this, you ’bout to get yo’ a^^ kicked
My technique is so sick, I’m ’bout to make the hit quick
Whole lotta muscle (Chea) you don’t wanna be in a tussle (Chea)
Better than me? That’s rubble
You want trouble? What’s up though? (Chea)
Feelings hot to kill a top gorilla
Drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp
For real, ya clock, it yield and stop
Ya will is shot, the deal was knock ya ’til ya plop
I got the hell comin’ yo way (Chеa)
You softer than a thing of Yoplait
Never compеtitive with the better kid, I go cray
Gonna be deaded because I fed it to the Mo’ graves (Chea)
When you wake up in that wet blood
Ain’t no way you ’bout to get up
How you know that I taxed yo’ a^^?
‘Cause you got the motherf^^kin’ check stub (Rrr)
Always gonna have to pay cost
When you steppin’ in my way, boss
When I build steel and you stay soft
You’re gonna punk out when we face off!
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Rumble, they gon’ take your face off
They gon’ rumble, they gon’ take your face off
They gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’ rumble, they gon’ take yo’ face off
They gon’—
[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
Rumble there, young man, they rumble
Run up, get a combo quickly
Help you understand but stay humble (Do-do)
Don’t nobody wanna talk about the way of the world
The weight of the world’ll make ’em all crumble
And I might stumble, but I pick myself up
Brush myself off, my thoughts of a goddamn boss (Woo)
I am at their neck like I’m Malcolm X
Like I’m Dr. King, like I’m Cornell West
Like I’m Huey P., like I’m Booker T
Like I’m Rosa Parks, I’ma need my rest
N^^gas know what I’m ’bout I’ll run up in yo’ house
Feet up all on your couch, sock you right in your mouth
I ain’t after no clout, it could really go south
I’m prepared to go to battle whenever there is a bout (Ah)
I am Muhammad
Ali I’m payin’ the homage, policy is to be honest
I take it beyond it though
I can relate to ebonics and really I hate to be ominous
All of your hate is too obvious
I am the hustle, the muscle, I play for the audience
I am a gangster with knowledge
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