Requiem - King Iso, Tech N9ne

There a couple of things I gotta address

I mean, it’ll only be right

Strange Music

Yeah

Some people didn’t wanna say it

Fuck 'em

Left, go left, go left, right, left

Left, go left, go left, right, left

Left, go left, go left, right, left

Left, go left, go left, right, left

Who we gotta kill?

It’s obvious

They done drew first blood, phlebotomist

I’m on top, I think I forgot what the bottom is

But look at the homies with me here and I brought 'em in

I’ll turn your empire to an Ottoman

I’m a God still getting stoned, monolith

One up top like Mozzy if you a mausoleum

Show Marx like Karl, communist

Sorry mama I don’t mean to contradict the kinda hits

But I been like konami grippin' choppers on some Contra shit

I set precedents and I don’t wanna politic

So I’ma get to duckin' convos about what Donald did

But I got a vendetta, I’m anonymous

Every opposite, down low weird, now synonymous

I should just change my name to Dr. Iso

'Cause I just wanna figure out what the fuck the problem is

Boy I got a problem with these faggot ass fans

They be switching up and can’t use logic in the comments

Since then I was never signed and got bread from all kind of shit

But now they hate the brand that helped who they still rocking with

Some of y’all are still cool, this is not a diss

I’m thinkin': what if me and Twisted ended up squashing it?

We could do a tour, end all that commenting

Y’all have been talking shit see me in person and get your noggin' split

But my greatest enemy of all is this

My flesh fear go hoarding all these carcasses

I’ma box with a monster inside of it

That’s about to climb out of my esophagus

Gluttony, lust, envy, wrath, pride again

Was it greed, fuck it eat 'til the sloth is in

Run inside of Iso’s castle get to slaughtering

Like cattle witness kill the hostages

I showed you motherfuckers love from the beginning

I still show love

It’s like you didn’t want me to make it

I’ll go to war with all you motherfuckers homie

But I’m at war with myself

Matter fact, Tech say something

Somethin' switched up, fuckin' hiccups

Jump we can thump if a chump wanna get nuts

Dump on a bitch trust, if you diss us

Pumpin' a stick buss, every hater get fucked

Nothing discussed, anybody with fuss

Bucks in the gut is the luck of a sick fuck

Stuck with a bishop, cause a mix up

Funk I’ma disrupt, shut a nigga lips up!

One of a kind, you niggas gonna resign

When you get a whiff of the gift, I mean the gun of the N9ne

Put some in ya mind, if you thinkin' of comin' for slime

Hunter for crime, but I buss in a drummer design

(Funny day though) When they be typin' thinkin' they tough

(What he say though?) He wanna fight us he feelin' rough

(When he playdough we fatal, ask the true nigga TaeBo)

Militant niggas don’t give a fuck!

Never cease ta beast ya

'Cause we Khalifahs, please the heater

When I make you meet the Reaper

The piece to meat decrease the beef and eat ya

Decease a thief the chief’ll seat ya deeper!

He don’t wanna come into my killer metropolis

'Cause when he use to come around he feel a necropolis

He know that me and Scooby and Makzilla be poppin' it

Nigga be Op’n it, lead is gonna fill the esophagus

Tech’s the best flow, the flexing threshold

Steadily goin' up and can expect the death… toll

Next foe sendin' threats to Neb know we red bro’s head and necks go like Esco

Shit that was said, niggas would never admit 'cause they’d rather commit to the

cred, instead of gettin' this bread

So we takin' a moment to remember the dead niggas!