Step Brothers, Fashawn - Banging Sound lyrics
[Step Brothers, Fashawn - Banging Sound lyrics]
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
Let me start with the evidence
And kill the allegations
Its low treble high bass
My kill for calibration
Syncing up perfect to the rhythm
Of my own kick driven by my own tone alone
I make the poem fit
And I ain't known for taking no shit
I'm known for hi-fi and putting it
On down the low bit's
It's more hit's, more green in scenery, they
(turn up the volume) it's man vs machinery
I am now to the future what the scene'll be
The decks'll probably wobble but
They never fall easily
I rap repeatedly into a follow suit
So we pouring out these bottles
And there's more to recruit (I can hear the)
Voices in my head, telling me, Ev
You have just beasted
So why don't we respect the
Game and just recess
I'm like fuck that, get the loot
Save the queen
We got another fucking kill screen to reset
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
I slap the shit out of you with an aphorism
Attack the rhythm
More than a Mac, I'm a menace
Shatter your Izm
I arrive, like I traveled in mach 5
And never caught a stop sign
And, disappear like a mad magician
On a savage mission
Chronic and Bali shag I'm twistin
Got a nigga feeling past the buildin
I'm so high
Fully loaded like a Glock 9 the minute they
(Turn up the volume)
That's when I start to jot rhymes
And lock lines
I'm slick as an ox to the jugular
A prophet it's just not for
The fuck of it, uh, uh
It's the mafia, suck a dick
Guns bigger than Theophilus London's Lips
(I can hear the) cops coming
The spot jumping I'm getting ghost
From a block of young'ns with ox
Cutters hid in they coat
Won't stop thuggin you cocksuckers
Should get a dose simpletons listen close
Truest spit I ever spoke it's F
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
Ayyy Carumbaaa hang ten cowabunga
Amazing Larry
Ride the wave without going under
Chop down a forest use a mac
Truck to tow the lumber
I wrung his neck then cut a
Blank check and wrote a number
Thou chow dumbeth (look in the skyyy)
It is I, Lord Steppington My cup overruneth
The Kosher man Ashevitte
Sell him a couch like the sofa man at Levitz
(Turn up the volume)
Rap so whoop dee-friggin' doo
I'm gettin yada yada
Breed is rare like a tasmanian chupacabra
Scuba diver, makeshift craft MacGyver
Bomb specialist, dynamite blast survivor
Put out the fires
Peel off and burn the tires pull the wires
Screws loose I turn the pliers
Piss on your poster, burn a stack of fliers
Burn dope and blow the smoke for promotion
Attract the buyers
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
Let me start with the evidence
And kill the allegations
Its low treble high bass
My kill for calibration
Syncing up perfect to the rhythm
Of my own kick driven by my own tone alone
I make the poem fit
And I ain't known for taking no shit
I'm known for hi-fi and putting it
On down the low bit's
It's more hit's, more green in scenery, they
(turn up the volume) it's man vs machinery
I am now to the future what the scene'll be
The decks'll probably wobble but
They never fall easily
I rap repeatedly into a follow suit
So we pouring out these bottles
And there's more to recruit (I can hear the)
Voices in my head, telling me, Ev
You have just beasted
So why don't we respect the
Game and just recess
I'm like fuck that, get the loot
Save the queen
We got another fucking kill screen to reset
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
I slap the shit out of you with an aphorism
Attack the rhythm
More than a Mac, I'm a menace
Shatter your Izm
I arrive, like I traveled in mach 5
And never caught a stop sign
And, disappear like a mad magician
On a savage mission
Chronic and Bali shag I'm twistin
Got a nigga feeling past the buildin
I'm so high
Fully loaded like a Glock 9 the minute they
(Turn up the volume)
That's when I start to jot rhymes
And lock lines
I'm slick as an ox to the jugular
A prophet it's just not for
The fuck of it, uh, uh
It's the mafia, suck a dick
Guns bigger than Theophilus London's Lips
(I can hear the) cops coming
The spot jumping I'm getting ghost
From a block of young'ns with ox
Cutters hid in they coat
Won't stop thuggin you cocksuckers
Should get a dose simpletons listen close
Truest spit I ever spoke it's F
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume
Ayyy Carumbaaa hang ten cowabunga
Amazing Larry
Ride the wave without going under
Chop down a forest use a mac
Truck to tow the lumber
I wrung his neck then cut a
Blank check and wrote a number
Thou chow dumbeth (look in the skyyy)
It is I, Lord Steppington My cup overruneth
The Kosher man Ashevitte
Sell him a couch like the sofa man at Levitz
(Turn up the volume)
Rap so whoop dee-friggin' doo
I'm gettin yada yada
Breed is rare like a tasmanian chupacabra
Scuba diver, makeshift craft MacGyver
Bomb specialist, dynamite blast survivor
Put out the fires
Peel off and burn the tires pull the wires
Screws loose I turn the pliers
Piss on your poster, burn a stack of fliers
Burn dope and blow the smoke for promotion
Attract the buyers
Suddenly I hear a banging sound
I can hear the bass playing much too softly
Turn up the volume