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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
Joey Cool
Joey Cool
Vocals
King Iso
King Iso
Vocals
Dwayne Johnson
Dwayne Johnson
Vocals
Ben Cybulsky
Ben Cybulsky
Guitar
Krizz Kaliko
Krizz Kaliko
Vocals
Sean Tyler
Sean Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Johnson
Dwayne Johnson
Songwriter
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Michael Summers
Michael Summers
Songwriter
Taven Johnson
Taven Johnson
Songwriter
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Michael Summers
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rumble!
They gon' take yo face off!
[Verse 2]
Spirit of a lion describes my soul
Give it up to Zion, then my fiya grows
Wishing of a riot inside my lobe
And my trippin' is the highest when I fight my foes!
[Verse 3]
Bip, I'ma hit 'em with this, you 'bout ta 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, wassup, though
Feelin' hot to kill a top guerilla, drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp
Fa real ya clock, it yield and stop, ya will is shot, the deal was knock ya till ya plop
I got the hell comin' yo way, you softer than a thing of Yoplait
Never competitive with the better kid, I go kray, 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 taxed yo ass 'cause you got the mutherfuckin' check stub
Always gonna have ta 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
[Verse 4]
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')
[Verse 5]
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
**** 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
[Verse 6]
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'
[Verse 7]
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'll be chaos like an emerald chase when I face off in a Nicolas Cage
Yeah, yeah, I'm living in rage, punch a pussy **** 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
****, 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 'em like they didn't have my number
Fighting for my sanity, I never had it
Hunger put a **** under ground quick, that's a bunker
Sh-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 **** up like I was Iron, ****, 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 **** Humble like damn when Kenny dropped
'Cause really we can rumble like Jackie in the Bronx! (We gon')
[Verse 8]
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!)
[Verse 9]
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 (Ahoo!)
Black and Samoan in my veins, my culture bangin' with Strange
I change the game, so what's my motherfuckin' 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 you with extreme mana (Ahoo, ahoo, ahoo)
[Verse 10]
Thank you, brother Tech N9ne
Thank you, Teremana
One take, that's a wrap
Face off
Written by: Aaron D. Yates, Dwayne Johnson, Michael Summers, Tarrel C. Gulledge, Taven Johnson
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