作词 : Aaron D. Yates/Michael Summers/Taven Johnson/Tarrel C. Gulledge/Dwayne Johnson

作曲 : Aaron D. Yates/Michael Summers/Taven Johnson/Tarrel C. Gulledge/Dwayne Johnson

Rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

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’? Is the highest when I fight my foes?

Bip, I’ma hit ’em with this, you ’bout to get yo’ ass kicked

My technique is so sick, I’m ’bout to make the hit quick

Whole lotta muscle, you don’t wanna be in a tussle

Better than me? That’s rubble, you want trouble, what’s up though

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, you softer than a thing of Yoplait

Never compеtitive with the bettеr kid I go cray

Gonna be deaded, because I fed it to the mo’ graves

When you wake up in that wet blood, ain’t no way you ’bout to get up

How you know that I text yo’ ass ’cause you got the mother****in’ check stub

Always gonna have to pay cost, when you steppin’ in my way boss

When I build steel and you stay soft, you gonna punk out when we face off

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’—

Rumble there, young man, they rumble

Run up get a combo quickly help you understand, but stay humble

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

I am at they 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

Niggas 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

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, if you wanna enter the ring,

I would hate to be opposite

Jab with the right, jab with the left, jab with the right,

Now you got ’em all staggerin’

He gon’ come back with the right, back with the left,

That’s when you step to the side now dagger

You gon’ be damned if you do damned

If you don’t bastard I’m like Cassius my swagger

It really don’t matter pardon, I’m hardened lawless the Martian Kickin’ that jargon

Rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’ rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’ rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’ rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’—

Barber cape off how I’m giving the fade

Based off the description I gave

Cut the game off, I’m a Street Fighter,

Beat the breaks off like the whip on the stage

Hand out ass whippings, my plate haters ate off, yeah, get Hitler a steak

It’a be Chaos like emerald chase, when I face off in a Nicolas – Cage

Yeah, I’m living in rage, punch a ***** nigga like I’m fisting his babe

I was sitting in the ‘spital, going mental doc had told me they’ll forget me,

But they didn’t, I remember them days

And I don’t wanna be Batman, nigga, I’m Bane

Literally how the venom enters my veins

Since a little one, Killa really been sick in the brain

And the more I think about it my life was Twisted, wait

Reminiscing on when mom and dad would wonder

Why they couldn’t reach me like they didn’t have my number

Fighting for my sanity, I never had it hunger,

Put a nigga underground quick that’s a bunker

Shock ’em like I’m Master’s brother,

Better pick your battles busters halfway under

Hit more times than acupuncture, when it comes to rumbling I’m Afro thunder

Really it be funny when I kick it to you dummies,

How I’m grippin’ on this iron when I’m rhyming on the mic

Because it really will get bloody, like I’m kicking it with buddies

When I beat a nigga up like I was Iron nigga Mike

I tell ’em, they don’t wanna tussle when I’m at ’em they gon’ drop

Bet you that he stumble when I jab ’em then I cross

Leave a nigga Humble, like Damn when Kenny dropped

’cause really we can rumble like Jackie in the Bronx

We gon’—

Rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’ rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’ rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

They gon’ rumble

They gon’ take yo’ face off

(Chyeah)

It’s about drive, it’s about power

We stay hungry, we devour

Put in the work, put in the hours and take what’s ours

Black and Samoan in my veins, my culture bangin’ with Strange

I change the game so what’s my mother****in’ name (Rock)

(What they gonna get though?)

Desecration, defamation, if you wanna bring it to the masses

Face to face now we escalatin’ when I have to put boots to asses

Mean on ya’ like a dream when I’m rumblin’, you’re gonna scream, “Mama”

So bring drama to the king Brahma (Then what?),

Comin’ at ya’ with extreme mana (Ahoo, ahoo, ahoo)

Thank you brother Tech N9ne

Thank you Teremana

One take, that’s a wrap

Face-off