Bang Lyrics

I Bang, I Bang

It's time to switch your plans up no matter what you with just get your bands up

I do it for the 'field for real so stand up and I'm here to represent so get your hands up

Polices try to scan us they kill us then they brand us

It's time for the real to get their brand up 'cause we got that hammer feel for real you can't touch

Enlightened one they swear I'm illuminati women glaring staring at my body

She kicking it I swear it's not Karate I kick this shit I swear I'm not Miyagi

Start with me I tear you to pieces straight facts yeah that's my thesis

Straight facts yeah that's my thesis hate that I share you with Jesus

Not a violent dude but don't disrespect and ignite my fuse

I got a life to use with righteous views and came a long way from selling white for food

In my teenage I seen hate trying to figure out how the cream's made

Still kept pushing with a mean face still I gotta start over with clean slate

Back to the basics like when I rapped in the basement smacks for the hating

Think you a savage cat you a cataract to me I don't see you and I ain't going back to the Lasik

No time soon got a glow like the moon and it's showtime too

Your hoe might choose and she gon' blow wood when(Woodwind) it's time like flutes

More deadly and gore heavy you Dora The Explorer the morque's ready

Words cut deep have your swords ready combats on 'cause I'm war ready

Hard to the core but your core's petty got knowledge and power I'm source heavy

These dudes ain't thorough and I'm thoroughbred and I'm like a horse really

And hung like one gold rope on your neck talk crazy get hung like one

One by one I only fuck with the facts if you ain't got none I'm done

All I fuck with is real dudes fuck haters that's my real mood,

Think twice think you cold as ice you'll get iced now you real cool, 'cause I

I Bang, I Bang

Brief intermission I dream in the fifth dimension

Let me come back to Earth with a tragic verse you might need an intervention

'Cause I'll leave you fiending leave you itching this ain't the season for the chicken

'Cause my team seasoned for the chicken on my shit to a T(Tea) I'm on my Lipton

This dudes ain't G they think like children act hard when they want to be your real friend

Front for the screen my team is real men ain't gotta speak you see we're brilliant

If I'm on leave no one can fill in the way I rump pull you think I steal Skins(Rumplestiltskin)

Naw I'm just trying to be somewhere overseas my onomatopoeia alone could kill them BANG