Lyrics:
some 70'lik Johnnie'm Walker
Boomin' with the bass abi, mahalle bizim
Dinle beni aga
Sürme beri aga
Hızlı gidiyon ama yolunu biliyon aga
Sıkma beni aga
enemies
Funny how life go when you start winning shit is sad to see
When every little victory is followed by a tragedy
I circled the world and still don't
that call the husk home
Might embalm and stiffen and rid the fawn of all his liquids
Slather it in beeswax, wrap it up in ribbons
Limb by limb, by
Oh-oh oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Bass!
It's quarter to two,
And I've still got you on my mind, oh baby.
I'm
on a new level you'd swear I'm in orbit
Mix bass with the treble I'm working like foreman
Shout-out to brothas I know in the core an
I Can't wait for yall
cut the act
But in fact, check the stats cause you ain’t intact (God Damn!)
Fiends of the rap game
Comin’ up with no name
Nah bitch, we ain’t the same
come correct
You might get slapped in the face
Short temper you gon' me snap
As fast as the bass
I'ma 'SLAP!' you so hard
You gone wake up back in
their grace
Double pump and a 45
Ready to give when we take a life
Steel reserve all by my side
Drunk on that shit know I'm bout to ride
I feel brolic
Recognition, upload, no permission employed
Fax gang, flawless tracks, man bass booms, snares crack
Bring the rat-at-tat-tan madman, act bad, catch me with
What's up? What's up? Yeah, uh
Hop in the ride, I'ma show you the town
Quinnshawty got the vibe and the dopest of sounds
If I get caught by surprise,
bass,
As I load the beat fuel to send you to space,
So let's go, blast into a new kind of future,
Molded by the cast that I'm weaving, no suture,
Healing
Supa She know that that's my favorite nickname (yee yeah yeah)
Bass go hard like a Eight ball make a bitch snort me up
Rolling up deluxe you ain't get
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the fingers are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain't saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I'm still painting it
The red is
quit
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass til it's up in your face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press get
the bass like a headboard bumping that wall
Now girl I wrote this song
Bump to it like you do all night long
You the reason I wrote this song
Inspired by
If it wasn't for the bass, I wouldn't need these hearing aids.
If it wasn't for mistakes, I probably wouldn't be here today.
10 years ago I was
you got
But when you ain't got nothin', then they wanna cut you off
So what you gotta do, you gotta play 'em long distance
You know what I'm sayin'?
by child
Hip-hop is being moved on a one-way course
Up and being led by an unseen force
You try to hold it down, won't be no good
The more it gets
remain puzzled
Attacked by the weight of the bass
In yo' chest
Eightball MJG MC Ren
Nevertheless
'Cause we's the most
My real ass lizards
around a heart
Tighter and tighter
'Til the muddy waters part
Down by the river bank
A DJ arrives
The sub bass feels like an earthquake
The top end
p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
Motherfucker, say what?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy
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