We Stay Hungry We Devour 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

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

B^^tard, I’m like Cassius, my swagger

It really don’t matter pardon, I’m hardened

Lawless, the Martian kickin’ that jargon (Ah)

 

[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 3: King Iso]

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 a^^ 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

Y-Y-Y-Yeah, I’m living in rage

Punch a p^^sy n^^ga 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, n^^ga, 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 the hunger

Put a n^^ga underground 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 the 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 n^^ga up like I was Iron n^^ga 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 him then I cross

Leave a n^^ga humble like, “Damn” when Kenny dropped

‘Cause really we can rumble like Jackie in the Bronx

We gon’—

 

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & Dwayne Johnson]

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 (Chyeah)

 

[Verse 4: Dwayne Johnson & Tech N9ne]

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 motherf^^kin’ 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 a^^es

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)

 

[Outro: Dwayne Johnson]

Thank you brother, Tech N9ne

Thank you, Teremana

One take, that’s a wrap

Face-off