Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quentin Dennison
Songwriter
Scott Colenutt
Songwriter
Testi
Outriders
It's the K-O-T-C
Special delivery, the dopeman's here
Knock, knock, bells ringin', hear the -doorbell- in your ear
Like a camera phone, just focus 'til my point is known clear
Said you'd better cut me in or we gon' throw hands here
Forget knocking(nah) I'm kicking in your door
This ain't a game, motherfucker, this is war
Hey yo, Dyse(wassup) these goofs think they funny
Lets roll'm bones on 'em and teach 'em how we be runnin it
Im on a mission; loss of vision, now im fiendin' for perscriptions
In my scene they know it's me but yall still scream "it's an addiction"
So I'll show up on some lean to where they seat & screen the witness
Faces lit up like a theatre when they see me in 3-D in it
When I walk into the club you know it's go-time
Showtime, don't mind me I'm really so high, oh my
The bass has really got me grooving
When you hear that 'knock, knock' get your ass moving
I'm closin the blinds, before the vultures arrive
Last time I opened my eyes, I lost both of our minds
I'm on an opiate high and holdin on for my life
So come along for the ride (but) Y'all not choppin' with Dyse
Lazy sloth but I'm sly, check me coppin' your pies, I
Catch your girlie while she twirling, drop the thong from her thighs
Then I'm off in the night, drop her off on the side
Of the Ambassador, then'um back up in the lab droppin' a rhyme
It's time to face the facts, you lack the skills to come at
The K-O-T-C, you'll find out this is where it's at
Much to the dismay of the critics I've made
It's years later & I'm still here, still spitting game
I told ya'll before I'm the King Of The North
Of course I bring the fuckin boom consumed
With putting forth linguistic works of art no regard for my haters
Dominator with a microphone, I'm not your common player
I admit it, I've been sinning, I'm a bad influence
It's my fault you failed at parenting & your kid is skipping school
And got a baggie full of sumthin, y'all act like I sold it to him
But ain't got an alibi when I reply with 'where was you then'?
I'm really, really, really just trying to avoid
Any ill feelings after you get yourself destroyed
So listen boy, this was the wrong beef to choose
Ya thought I was easy prey until you found out I was eating you
All up in my zone like Mike Posner, you know this
Fuck some sunshine in my pocket, boy, I'm holdin the ocean
Little ritalin & coke mix; for motive and focus
Did a little too much, I don't know where I'm goin(shit)
Innovator on the track, I'm an oddity, a hot commodity
You gotta be out of your mind, like honestly
Defeat is not an option, at least not for me
See, you cannot compete with my dichotomy
I murk a beat
Spit like a lizard, I give em the venom verbally
Ya heard of me
I'm all up inside like a pregnancy or burglary
Emerging with an urgency, I currently need currency
They folding like a turban, rappers worthless in the current scene
And currently, these actors seeming slightly less encouraged, see
You sure that it was worth it?
Cuz those words aint gonna hurt me, please
Lead 'em to the stream like a shepherd to a herd of sheep
It best be 'top-five' if the conversation is concerned with me
I'm a beat eater, instrumental carnivore
Heat-Seeker, temperamental conqueror
Deep speaker, with an intellect superior
Rethink this you need to learn to bow before
This wickedly linguistic, masterminded misfit
Cocky cuz I'm gifted with spittin' all this sick shit
For sure, I am illicit, I'll get down-right explicit
And when you hear me knocking(it's) 'aw shit', bitch
Ha-ha, now knock, knock, motherfucker(Kingshit)
2021 Outriders Music Inc©(est.2014)
Written by: Quentin Dennison, Scott Colenutt

