Banging Sound - Step Brothers, Fashawn

Suddenly I hear a banging sound

I can hear the bass playing much too softly turn up the volume

Let me start with the evidence and kill the allegations

Its low treble high bass my kill for calibration

Syncing up perfect to the rhythm of my own kick

Driven by my own tone alone I make the poem fit

And I ain’t known for taking no shit

I’m known for hi-fi and putting it on down the low bits

It’s more hits, more green in scenery, they (turn up the volume)

It’s man vs machinery

I am now to the future what the scene’ll be

The decks’ll probably wobble but they never fall easily

I rap repeatedly into a (?)

So we pouring out these bottles and there’s more to recruit (I can hear the)

Voices in my head, telling me, Ev, you have just beasted

So why don’t we respect the game and just, recess

I’m like fuck that, get the loot, save the queen

We got another fucking kill screen to reset

I slap the shit out of you with an aphorism

Attack the rhythm

More than a mac I’m a menace, shatter your Izm

I arrive, like I traveled in mach 5

And never caught a stop sign

And, disappear like a mad magician

On a savage mission

Chronic and Bali shag I’m twistin

Got a nigga feeling past the buildin, I’m so high

Fully loaded like a Glock 9 the minute they (Turn up the volume)

That’s when I start to jot rhymes, And lock lines

I’m slick as an ox to the jugular

A prophet it’s just not for the fuck of it uh uh

It’s the mafia, suck a dick

Guns bigger than Theophilus London’s Lips (I can hear the)

Cops coming, the spot jumping I’m getting ghost

From a block of young’ns with ox cutters hid in they coat

Won’t stop thuggin you cocksuckers should get a dose

Simpletons listen close, truest spit I ever spoke

It’s F

Ayyy Carumbaaa

Hang ten cowabunga

Amazing larry ride the wave without going under

Chop down a forest use a mac truck to tow the lumber

I wrung his neck then cut a blank check and wrote a number

Thou chow dumbeth (look in the skyyy)

It is I, Lord Steppington My cup overruneth

The Kosher man Ashevitte

Sell him a couch like the sofa man at Levitz

(Turn up the volume)

Rap so whoopdee friggin doo

I’m gettin yada yada

Breed is rare like a tasmanian chupacabra

Scuba diver, makeshift craft Macgyver

Bomb specialist

Dynamite blast survivor

Put out the fires

Peel off and burn the tires

Pull the wires

Screws loose I turn the pliers

Piss on your poster burn a stack of fliers

Burn dope and blow the smoke for promotion

Attract the buyers