Lyrics Bass - Merkules, Tech N9ne, Hopsin

Bass

Made it out the hood, now these motherfuckers act like I didn’t work for it
I’ve been doing good you used to stab me in the back in the past like it never
could far
Went from that beat honda civic to a tour bus
Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us
I’ve been countin' hundies in my undies adding more bucks
Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut (Wooh)
Please do not get me confused, millions and millions of views (Yeah, Yeah)
Just gotta crib with a pool but I still live in the booth (Yeah, Yeah)
Gotta backpack full of ammo (Wooh)
Hoodie matte black and my pants all Camo (Wooh)
I just took a shot of Jack Daniels, doing more numbers than the neighborhood
trap phone (Wooh)
Y’all keep talking anonymous, honestly I can see y’all want no part of this (No)
Doggie I put my whole heart in this
Said he want smoke 'til I roam in like Spartacus
Ohh I’m feeling like a million in cash, I’ma spend it right now and I’ll still
get it back (ayy)
I just went and gotta new whip
That I’ll probably never drive just to fill my garage
Cold steel with the bars, I can feel that they soft, come and deal with the
boss (damn)
You think you hot but you not
'Cause you shits all ass like Nicki Minaj (Ouch!)
I don’t mean to flex right now
But I know I’m in my all time best right now
Pumping on my chest right now
When your war get close, see the next one down
Let’s go
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass)
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass)
How can a hater say I’m irrelevant
Speakin' before you take it out is never intelligent
Like I’m dead into Hell I went
But I’m flying over you like a Pelican
Flies never get the swatting from elephants
Eloquent that’s why there’s big amount of malice bin
But they’re jealous and all kinda embellishment
Trapped in elegance, meaning your fellas mints
Now you’re shallots and not even an element
Tech in the mean zone, your team gone
Run away from a killer to somebody to lean on
I get the green holmes, they want our ring chrome
Every one will bite the dust (Queen song)
Fuckin' Ding Dong, you a Hostess
I’m the owner that gonna just bring on dope shit
That make 'em cling on like a co' bitch
Fiend zone the locust streamed on
N9na he never go lightly got the shotta for true (yeah, yeah)
She know my cheddar throw hyphy lots ciabatta to spew (yeah, yeah)
King of the letters bro I be hot, your squad is the loo (yeah, yeah)
Niggas forever no like me, atsa matta for you
Want it then you gotta be competitive
Don’t be coming like you want a sedative
Get the people some better shit
Have some motherfucker rap in etiquette
If you goin' you gon' like you never to be on top of my head even
After I leave, yes I’m back on the road to stackin' my g’s
Tech and Merkules the rappers ya need
To super charge you with no batteraziz, bitch what?
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass)
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass)
I been lowkey for a minute I think it’s time I come out the bat cave
This ain’t the time for you to man up and act brave
I’m outta my mind but it’s sustainable rap craze
I’m on the grind you know the flow is divine that’s why I be on the rise like a
volcano when ash sprays
These are your last days I’m ripping your limbs like crab legs
They shouldn’t have let me play in this rap race, I’m back mane
Who said I’m fallin' off
In my celly you gon' see a lot of broads
And you know that the pussy is fire
That’s why they throw it at me like a Molotov
Muhfuckas finna get punished
You gon' see the whole damn rap game plummet
Yeah, this nigga Hop done done it
You ain’t even see my little black ass coming
Guys hold up 'cause I am so nuts when I roll up you might wanna keep the door
locked
I high roller, I rhyme vulgar 'cause I’m sorta a bi-polar beast that you’re not
(Yikes!)
Niggas see the things I do they be like «Hop I wanna be like you»
She said yeah I gotta man but for the «Ill Mind"I would leave my boo
You poor bastards bow down to your master, you’re last to finish the race
Of course that’s the only outcome makin' it big
'Cause I bust like a torn magnum
See I summons the mic like it was Thor’s hammer
Body slammin' these beats 'til the floor shatters
And I keep rappers as a reward, they corpses are stiff on the floor
The sword jammed in
Let’s go
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass)
They throwing dirt at my name
I might just burst into flames (burst into flames)
They tryna surf on my wave
I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass)