Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out With a Bang, artist - Theory Hazit. Album song Extra Credit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.06.2007
Record label: WetWork
Song language: English
Out With a Bang |
| Lock it, load it |
| Cock it, hold it |
| Rock it, roll it |
| Got 'chu, moving |
| As soon as my pen hits the pad |
| I think about Cincinnati and Baghdad |
| I think about things that drive a brother mad |
| I think about this day might be my last |
| So I write about things that’s gon' last |
| And that excludes iced out chains, cars, and cash |
| I’m talking 'bout that real love, peace that passes |
| All understanding now I’m free at last |
| 'Cause these storms don’t last always, yeah |
| The sun’s gonna shine all day, yeah |
| You gotta be still and have faith, yeah |
| And if you feeling me then say «yeah» |
| I don’t believe in the big boom science of man theory |
| This planet I’m rocking on, God made it |
| Ya’ll hear me clearly? |
| Feel me, press on and bang hard with fury |
| Through the darkness shine brighter than Liberace’s jewelry |
| Tied the knot then hung the jury |
| Be jerking like a pinata |
| I’m a man of God, rhyme writer, lover and fighter |
| Struck a match and set fire to those that gassed up |
| On smoke from your bottom, you been screwed your pants up |
| Never take the back seat, I ride up front |
| In touch with my feminine side but I ain’t no punk |
| Who want what? |
| Step up and speak your mind |
| I slap box your third eye 'til your dream go bye |
| Capital I am serious, way far from joking |
| Like words spoken by Dr. King before they smoked him |
| Wide open and broken, not prideful but certain |
| Been through hell for heaven, I gotta be chosen |
| My city don’t show love when a local native blows up |
| Spit hot bars, you still get the cold shoulder |
| I’m like «so what?» |
| The flow meaning to show nuff |
| This little light of mine I will shine so supernova |
| Put on my face paint so I can clown these devils |
| And get away with it on a Robert Downy level |
| Out with a bang like crips and bloods we Vietnam |
| Pearl Harbor, Hitler, Sadam, the National Guard |
| Man none’ll pose a threat, I wanna clash with the gods |
| Most claim supreme but they actually fraud |
| I seen hell, it ain’t hard to get there homie |
| The walls are made of flesh and it’s hot and lonely |
| I try to keep a clean heart and be street smart |
| And free retards from the beef we start |
| Spiritual CPR, the streets get dark |
| And so the soul resuscitation embarks |