Bang (feat. Stooki Sound, Foreign Beggars & Onoe Caponoe)

I'm back with an axe to grind

Back to it, no alkaline

Rappers moving like pantomimes

If you own pop, I'm patricide

I pack the rave, you pack the pipe

No requiem just valid types

Sanctified my final state

My aunt can stay with them fascist types

Stunt into Vegas, they one step follow

They yesterday, I'm from tomorrow

Foreign cunts don't beg nor borrow

My engine is stay so it's sorrow

Five point one, you might immortal

Never gave no bitch no bottle

My gun up next, got skets on skets on skets on set, on set so borrow

You think you're running the show

You ain't the one in control

You ain't got nothing on anyone close to us

'Cause you just look at the floor

Let it fucking bang

Let it, let it fucking bang

Come on

Let it fucking bang

Let it, let it fucking bang

You think you're running the show

You ain't the one in control

You ain't got nothing on anyone close to us

'Cause you just look at the floor

Let it fucking bang

Let it, let it fucking bang

Come on

Let it fucking bang

Let it, let it fucking bang

Smoked out, dilly, dilly

Log out, dilly, dilly

'Dem ready, ready for the cat, dilly

Got a bad line and he's in the midst

Kicking in the dark but he got to the place

Got 'em and everybody ready like

Served that motherfucker, swerve and swerve it

Come and he tell nine and shit

Staying away from the critic to the grave

Can't go, can't go

On the climb up in the L

Give me the Mac and I'll be up on the shelf

What's this to the motherfucker now?

I'm really something with the motherfucking shine

Bitch, she really step on the line

With the double time once up in the rhyme

Aye, suffering, suffering

You think you're running the show

You ain't the one in control

You ain't got nothing on anyone close to us

'Cause you just look at the floor

Let it fucking bang

Let it, let it fucking bang

Come on

Let it fucking bang

Let it, let it fucking bang