Kings of Rock - CEE, Notion, Gravity Christ

Verse 1: Gravity Christ

Yo, I know a million ways to kill a motherfucker with words

I’m the remedy, the energy, the adjectives and verbs

I’m a gamer with charisma, you can peep my Twitch

Shoot a rapper first person, leave his ass in the ditch

Like a pastor when I pass the basket, run bills

It’s only a baptism if you was born with gills

Rap rappin' with these Aussies, drinking beer and selfies

They hit my cell phone, they know I roam and I’m stealthy

A backpack, some weed and a little coffee ristretto

A Cuban missile crisis and training coke in the ghetto

I’m living like I’m promised another planet and pain

You swear to God I’m a Crip the way I’m killin' The Game

See the bottom of your feet when I’m blastin' plasma

Like The Hulk, it’s your fault if I black and tag ya

Titan smash on your tent and take a piss on ya fire

I’m the King of Rock and I don’t get tired

Verse 2: Cee

Let’s go, yeah, throw me a Fender and I shred the shit

Rockin' since a youngun, only stoppin' when the pencil hit

Put me on a fuckin' track and they object to shit

I do ‘em how Israeli’s did Gaza, boy, and dead the kids

Fuck ‘em, this ain’t for radio to play it though

The haters finna hate but it’s what the tastemakers are achin' for

These little fuckboys trend following, best holla at

The team who runnin' that next power shit, test stopping ‘em

I’m drinking India Pale in the Canadian winter

A meat pie and pavlova, Australian dinner

We rollin' with an OG from Los Angeles

Wild cunts with stages and beats that we cause damage at

Yeah, we fuckin' rock kings with a rap habit

Champagne taste with a crack budget and acid manners

We Axel and Slash, Hammett and Hetfield

Morello, De La Rocha, motherfucker, pay respect still, still

Verse 3: Notion

Ayo guitars wailin', and y’all sayin' we don’t rock this?

We Van Halen, Aussie blood, got no options

Glad you stopped in, yes bitch, we Top 10

Like Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, we locked in

Cuttin' cunts off, as I tighten my circle

I’m using that FireWire, so the slice’ll burn you

I served you, yo I’m airborne like Bird Flu

I’m put here to murk dudes, I’m puttin' in work, duke

And that’s just me, I’m mindin' my B-I

Buzzing like a beehive, mendin' my three eye

Gee, why, do all these clowns keep harassing me?

Young un-classy G’s, I’m done with the baggage, please

So we finna slap back society

Spillin' my drink all over the curb, ignoring sobriety

Exploring the wiring of how we are made

Whoa, times have changed, even more so now, we slaves, engage!