Kingpin (Knock Ya Head Off)

[Intro]
Go, bitch, bitch, go, go, bitch, bitch

I'm a mother****ing kingpin (Boss)
I just wanna see my team win (Can't lose)
Took a lot plottin' and schemin'
Trigger finger itching, give me one reason (Ah)
Live everyday like the weekend
'Cause I'm in the winter season (Time)
I just wanna see my team win (Can't lose)
'Cause I'm a mother****ing kingpin (Boss)

[Post-Chorus]
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Knock your ****in'—)
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Knock your ****in'—)
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head—

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Now let's apply thе pressure you niggas can't do enough
And you figurе they stupid, buggin'
Get clapped in the coupe for frontin'
Or flapped on they [?] for somethin'
Dummy (Shit)
Let me slap you in your stoop again (Yeah)
Look, back on my ruthless
Gunnin' and strapped while your crew be runnin'
From every bullet poppin' up out of the Ruger bustin'
Luda', they know the music bumpin'
Bouncin' the music, cousin
Out with the wack, in with the new, that's how the crew be stuntin'
Look [?] how they stuffin'
And bust they mother****in' head, they prolly need a bufferin'
Bitch, step, see how he we do, this how my crew be rushin'
Break a nigga, back of they head, the heel of they boot be touchin' (Yes)
When we in the buildin', we stack like a couple billion'
If I lose it all, I'ma rob a bank if I gotta feed my children (Jack)
I ain't concealin' the truth while they busy stealin' the proof
'Cause I had the [?] for the mass appealin'
Facts that I documented with tracks that your mind would [?]
With a class that on a Godly level, like an [?]
To kill, it is my profession, to chill is a small suggestion
For real I could never stop so you probably would need protection (Kingpin)

I'm a mother****ing kingpin (Boss)
I just wanna see my team win (Can't lose)
Took a lot plottin' and schemin'
Trigger finger itching, give me one reason (Ah)
Live everyday like the weekend
'Cause I'm in the winter season (Time)
I just wanna see my team win (Can't lose)
'Cause I'm a mother****ing kingpin (Boss)

[Post-Chorus: Ludacris]
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Knock your ****in'—)
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Knock your ****in'—)
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Busta Rhymes, and, uh, Luda')

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Cancel culture is bogus, you can't cancel me (Nope)
Questionin' my opponents, they can't answer me
Pass me your advance, I spent that on a Picasso
Blew a hundred-thousand in Vegas, at The Palazoo
Who flies to Mexico for a taco, nigga?
What rapper buys all his [?] in Morocco, nigga?
Get my suits and my furniture from Italy, bitch
Just showin' all you broke rappers how it feels to be rich
Follow my lead, luxury lappin' niggas like Lewis Hamilton (Nyoom)
All your live shows look like a crowd full of mannequins (Ah)
****in' up the art, I should sue you niggas for damages (Oh)
Tell me what's the pro in the industry full of amateurs? (Amateurs)
Last of a dyin' (Dyin'), breed I'm a lion (Lions)
Leave 'em all in ruins (Ruins), Aztecs and Mayans (Mayans)
College Park's finest (Finest), leading us to the motherland
.9 in my right (Right), microphone in my other hand,Luda' (Ah)

I'm a mother****ing kingpin (Boss, kingpin)
I just wanna see my team win (Can't lose, come on)
Took a lot plottin' and schemin' (Haha)
Trigger finger itching, give me one reason (Ah; Woo)
Live everyday like the weekend (Ayy)
'Cause I'm in the winter season (Time, you know)
I just wanna see my team win (Can't lose, ah)
'Cause I'm a mother****ing kingpin (Boss, woo)

Busta, I love you, salute (Woo)

[Post-Chorus]
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Knock your ****in'—)
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off (Knock your ****in'—)
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off
Knock your ****in' head off, knock your ****in' head off

Go, bitch, bitch, go, go, bitch, bitch
J Dilla was marvelous
He used swing and quantization and lack of quantization, in ways that I never would've imagined
When I first would hear Dilla recordings, I think, "It sounds like a bad drummer"
But, it was actually just a new style, I listen to it now and think that, "That's a great groove"
Roger Linn, the founder of the MPC beat machine series
Thank you for speakin' on my brother, J Dilla