Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Banging Sound, artist - Step Brothers.
Date of issue: 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 |