Bangin' This

This is a violation of everything that you consider sacred Dancin' naked on pentagrams being awakened I've been forsakened, you look at me with curiosity My whole style is a fuckin' atrocity And possibly you can find me pictured in a glossary Next to the word "monstrosity", and my philosophy Is something like Buddhism, how I move with the rhythm To a new position and do away with superstition I will not tolerate that kind of fuckery That's probably why these local niggaz won't fuck with me But they're stuck with me and my terrible opinions Despicable me with several minions I'm villainous, a ravenous antagonist I'm grabbin' this apparatus and smoke it like cannabis You're not a fan of this, you can't handle this That's why I'm at the tabernacle pissin' on the evangelists Bangin' this shit out the woofers and the tweeters It's for my niggaz that's ridin' in two-seaters With two heaters and a few señoritas Yo, the old schoolers and the new leaders, it goes Feel it vibrating through the woofers and the tweeters It's for my niggaz that's speedin' in two-seaters With two heaters and a few señoritas Check it out I'm an in-between-the-line reader, I'm not a mind reader I rhyme sweater than you mutherfuckin' swine eaters And bottom feeders, I spot 'em from here to Carmonita Piercing your flesh like a snare through the tweeters I dare you to beat us, it's rare to defeat us So you curl up like a fetus and hide in the nose bleeders Look, I'm no cheater nigga but the truth is I'm too ruthless, and too smart for you cuz you a doofus Cut you off at the root to leave you fruitless and seedless Cuz all that mumble rapping is needless I'm feeding this food for thought like it's a sport The style that I brought is everything the people sought When I retort it's doper than the coke that you snort The stage is like an open court for my spoken thought I grab the mic to make you choke and cough Like if you're toking off that glass bong when you get broken off Bangin this shit out the woofers and the tweeters It's for my niggaz that's ridin' in two-seaters With two heaters and a few señoritas Yo, the old schoolers and the new leaders, it goes Feel it vibrating through the woofers and the tweeters It's for my niggaz that's speedin' in two-seaters With two heaters and a few señoritas Check it out Quique Cruz, my name is synonymous with ominous I grab the and talk sense like an economist And you don't wanna miss, my freestyles when I'm bombin' this I have a way with words like a novelist I'm a survivalist, and a Hip Hop revivalist Toilet paper to me that's what the bible is I'll wipe my ass with it, and blow my boogers on it You got a sweet tooth for bullshit with sugar on it That's why you're into fairy tales and mythology Voodoo and mumbo jumbo, I'm sorry no apology The same goes for the Qur'an and the Torah I'll burn 'em both like Sodom and Gomorrah Now how's that for a biblical reference I'm lost out here, don't follow my right and left prints Al me no questions and I'll tell you no lies I'm not sellin' no pies like those guys in bow ties, I'm just Bangin this shit out the woofers and the tweeters It's for my niggaz that's ridin' in two-seaters With two heaters and a few señoritas Yo, the old schoolers and the new leaders, it goes Feel it vibrating through the woofers and the tweeters It's for my niggaz that's speedin' in two-seaters With two heaters and a few señoritas Check it out