Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ka-Bang!, artist - MF DOOM. Album song Every Hero Needs a Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Ka-Bang! |
Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya? |
Oh no, gas! |
Behold, the Armored One! |
|1st MF DOOM| |
A grown ass man, mind from a trash can |
And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam |
Whoosh! |
Like a flash bang crash the Shazam Van |
Made it with the stashed cash, and his black ash hand |
Bring on the last man standing, he can hang |
Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him, Ka-Bang! |
Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam |
Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam |
Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam' |
Rock it like a sun’s splash jam |
She had the color, came first place on the can-can band stand |
Face like Ann Landers, ask my man man-man |
Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan |
Don’t get smacked with the practice hand |
Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram |
Ampersand handstand gas can |
|Bridge| |
For every super menace there seems to be, a super hero! |
To rise in fearless challenge |
|2nd Inspectah Deck| |
I’m in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks |
Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate |
The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard shit |
Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick |
Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with |
No discussion, nor argument |
No trust, no partnership |
Respect, get me 'spect but the rest get hardship |
My bars get, funky like a playoff armpit |
You living in your mom’s crib, driving your broad’s whip |
I’m on it, strong grip holding my fork with |
I’m on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts with |
Nah I ain’t feeling what y’all spit |
All of 'em talk shit, call a coroner for this corpses |
Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict |
Live from the battlefield swords, and horses |
|Bridge| |
Seconds later the villain was in the cockpit |
|3rd Esoteric| |
Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer |
Quick on the draw like an art designer |
Filthy like a carpet miner, masked men not from comic con |
I’m hungry like Olajuwon, playing through Ramadan |
Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung |
Run run, 'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung |
Um um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle, bust souls |
Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles |
Holding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them |
Emo rappers cry along like there’s no Rust-Oleum |
The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation |
Shall take place, this Czar with the Metal Face |
Rebel based, mayday mayday |
I’m out for that JJ Abram style pay day |
I catch deer on foot, snatch eagles mid flight |
Crashing through your skylight with Scott Summers eyesight |
Easy Scott baby, don’t lose control |
Gotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam |
Hold steady, steady |
If I can’t blast through, I’ll burn through! |