Let It Bang - Tech N9ne Collabos

Yeah! Okay, I lay low

Stay out the way, they out to spray up and take dough

But we got to play, get out today when I got the taste for

Anywhere, , tacos, chips and queso

Hopped in the whip and let the bass go

(Casalini)

(N9ne)

Uh, fame brings many things, even the fiends

They all locked on your green and try to scheme

But they know me as king, keep it up

So when I'm up on the scene, I'll see the gleam, uh

Me and my only son ridin' (Ridin')

On our turf we ain't hidin' (Hidin')

AMG, we hot sidin', slidin', but no slippin' like Biden (Nah, what?)

Ain't no opps, ain't no collidin' (Nope)

Unless of course a bitch vibin', off some good Psilocibin (Yeah)

She really like my style though (Yes)

Respect the fact I ain't shallow (Nah)

Yeah, she made my pal grow, but I didn't shoot her up, Lee Malvo (Brrt)

Hit and run, she Groucho, like we in church, she shout, bro

Mama made us to respond to Jesus, not Amadeus, Falco (Chyeah!)

Pray for everybody that's hateful

Gon skate with that stone face when I know inside he straight cake dough

Why you be givin' a fake show like you tough but really Ms. Rachel

Brace yourself, your heart gon need help when I let the bass (Go!)

Ooh, yeah

Let it bang

Bang

Yeah

Ooh, yeah

Let it bang

Bang

Yeah

808 bang (Bang), it's blowin' up, turnin' to flames (Flames)

They feelin' the speakers (Speakers), fuckin' 'em up, right out they brains (Brains)

That kick be kickin' like Liu Kang, hi-hat be rippin' your veins

The clap be clappin' that ass in them guts, I got 'em goin' insane (Yeah)

Cruisin' round with Pops in that matte black Benz

Tuned up high real loud and you can hear it all in my scat pack

Really out here stuntin'

Bitch we burn ends like Jack Stack's

Come on with that bass

So much wind it'll blow your cap back (Whoosh)

Standin' tall with a trophy on high heat

Equals no sleep, increase more cheese

Eliminating the evil that tries me

I rock steady (Ayy)

I heard the whispers but I'm ready

A paper victor confetti

Show a Duggie Fresh like veggies

King's son like Simba, I ain't lyin'

I grew up with Granate pride, that 4 block

Comin' from the north side

When it come to Yates, I am the god

Guarantee this murderous beat will have your ass chopped up into , my *****

(My *****) Ooh

(My *****) Yeah

(My *****)

Let it bang

Bang

Yeah

Ooh, yeah

Let it bang

Bang

Yeah