Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Banging Sound , by - Step Brothers. Release date: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Banging Sound |
| 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 bits |
| It’s more hits, 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 (?) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 whoopdee 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 |