Banging Sound

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 Suddenly I hear a banging sound I can hear the bass playing much too softly turn up the volume 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 Suddenly I hear a banging sound I can hear the bass playing much too softly turn up the volume Ay Carumba 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 Green 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 Suddenly I hear a banging sound I can hear the bass playing much too softly turn up the volume