paroles de chanson Bangerz' Delight (The Grand Return) - Bangerz Brass

Ladies and gentlemen, don't be alarmed,
It's the Bangerz, if you didn't know who we are
My name is Mike, I'm the host with the most,
At your table screaming at you while you eat your caviar
This ain't no mic check,
This the Mike - check your cellular
Devices 'cause we bringing all the bars
Supernova, I'm the young rap Yoda,
Luke Skywalk the game, now do you wanna hear a star?
Whoosh
I made a wish and picked up the
Biggest dipper to give 'em somethin' to dish
I'm selfish - I kicked Kelson off the
Track 'cause he couldn't do it like this!
Now what you see, we takin' rappers by ransom
The ladies love it, the way that we got 'em dancin'
Curly hair, I put it up in a man bun - came
Up on the mic like "Ooh! He's so handsome!"
Bangerz!

Now party people,
We about to show ya'll something you never seen before
T-D-O-T-B-A-N-G-E-R-Z

Drinking bottles of broken up promises
Imma set my mind, be finally free
Couple homies intact but if telling the
Truth all the rest ain't yet up for this speed
You stuck in battle 'gainst time
I only battle 'gainst I
Where most of couldn't survive
That's that mental suicide
Mr. Hyde, yah, yah, yah

In the night time, the picture's perfect
So come and join in for that perfect picture
Morello come in raw like it's Hannibal Lecter
Just to silence all the lambs, just to cut your lectures
The dark side
About to enter your brain
Fourth kind aliens now they think we insane
Some think they took me out the box, Alzheimer's I forgot
If Chucky's out the box, this here no longer a game!

Babylon burning inside my brain (Brain)
Orishas be swimming inside my veins (Veins)
If life is a highway, I'm switchin' lanes
All my niggas they be reachin' enlightenment, dropping flames
Do you feel it?
Ayrah Taerb, that is my name
I'm an angel showin' niggas that's wavy how to be sane
If you see me with the Bangerz, it's probably off the brain
My, oh my!
Giving thanks for Sativa strains, yah!

To all my young MCs actually givin' they souls
Takin' they time to perfect it when they spittin' they flows
Don't ever change for the industry, they tryin' to control
How a rapper should and shouldn't act-

-We lettin' 'em know!
To my young MCs, selling out is a sin
You sell your soul, best believe you'll need to buy it again
That's how the whites got rich, takin' niggas on 10-

-Sellin' they vibe to niggas on 5, tryna ascend!
You can judge me by my pigment they call me something I'll open for ya
Lost to high hopes off this judgement, yeah this crazy drive is over
Be yourself no matter what and watch 'em follow
But what do I know, my mind's up somewhere in Apollo

Rappin' with napalm, and lookin' at posters they're puttin' my face on
And raisin' the rates on these places
I'm droppin' these heavenly flames on
So bounce wit' us, if you feel it you can hit me!
We bring the fire to your face so sing it wit' me!

T Dot Bangerz what?
T Dot Bangerz Brass
T Dot Bangerz what?
T Dot Bangerz Brass
T Dot Bangerz what?
T Dot Bangerz Brass
T Dot Bangerz what?
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