Bass

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Merkules] Made it out the hood Now these motherfuckers act like I didn't work for it (Hmm) I've been doing good, you used to stab me in the back in the past like I never could flourish (Hmm) Went from that beat-up Honda Civic to a tour bus Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us I've been countin' hunnies in my undies, I need more bucks Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut (Woo) Please do not get me confused, millions and millions of views (Yeah, yeah) Just got a crib with a pool, but I still live in the booth (Yeah, yeah) Got a backpack full of ammo, hoodie matte-black, and my pants all camo (Woo) I just took a shot of Jack Daniels, doing more numbers than the neighborhood trap phone (Woo) Y'all could keep talking anonymous, honestly, I can see y'all want no part of this (No) Doggie, I put my whole heart in this, said he want smoke 'til I'm roaming like Spartacus Ooh, I'm feeling like a million in cash, I'ma spend it right now and I'll still get it back (Ayy) I just went and got a new whip that I'll probably never drive, just to fill my garage Cold steel with the bars, I can feel that they soft, come and deal with the boss (Damn) You think you hot, but you're not, 'cause your shit's all ass like Nicki Minaj (Ouch!) I don't mean to flex right now, but I know I'm at my all-time best right now (That's right) Pumping on my chest right now, we at war, get close, you the next one down Let's go [Chorus: Merkules] They throwing dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames) They tryna surf on my wave, I ain't gon' turn down the bass (Turn down the bass) They throwing dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames) They tryna surf on my wave, I ain't gon' turn down the bass (Turn down the bass) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] How can a hater say I'm irrelevant? Speakin' before you check it out is never intelligent Like I'm dead and to Hell I went, but I'm flying over you like a pelican Flies never get the swatting from elephants Eloquent, that's why this big amount of mail is spent But the jealous sent all kinda embellishments Try to yell against me and your fail is meant Now your shell isn't not even an element (Cheah) Tech in the mean zone, your team gone Run away from a killer to somebody to lean on I get the green holmes (Cheah), they wanna ring chrome Everyone will bite the dust (Queen song) (Cheah) Fuckin' Ding Dong, you a Hostess I'm the owner that gonna just bring on dope shit (Cheah) That make 'em cling on like a coke bitch Fiends on the low, get streamed on (Wit' a bro dick) (Cheah) N9na, he never go lightly, got the shotta for true (Yeah, yeah) She know my cheddar throw hyphy, lots ciabatta to spew (Yeah, yeah) King of the letters, bro, I be hot, your squad is the loo (Yeah, yeah) Niggas forever no like me, atsa matta for you *gunshot, gunshot* Want it? Then you gotta be competitive Don't be coming like you on a sedative Give the people some better shit Have some motherfuckin' rapper etiquette If you goin', you go like you never did, be on top and ahead of it After I leave, yes, I'm back on the road to stack up my G's Tech and Merkules, the rappers y'all need to super-charge you with no battery Aziz (Bitch) What? [Chorus: Merkules] They throwing dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames) They tryna surf on my wave, I ain't gon' turn down the bass (Turn down the bass) They throwing dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames) They tryna surf on my wave, I ain't gon' turn down the bass (Turn down the bass) [Verse 3: Hopsin] I been lowkey for a minute, I think it's time I come out the Batcave This ain't the time for you to man up and act brave I'm outta my mind, but it's sustainable rap craze I'm on the grind, you know the flow is divine That's why I been on the rise like a volcano when ash sprays These are your last days, I'm ripping your limbs like crab legs They shouldn't have let me play in this rap race, I'm back, mane Who said I'm fallin' off? In my celly, you gon' see a lot of broads And you know that the pussy is fire That's why they throw it at me like a Molotov (Woah) Mo'fuckers finna get punished, you gon' see the whole damn rap game plummet (Yeah) Yeah, this nigga Hop done-done it, you ain't even see my little black ass coming (No!) Guys, hold up 'cause I am so nuts, when I roll up You might wanna keep the door locked A high roller, I rhyme vulgar, guess I'm sorta A bi-polar beast that you're not (Yikes!) Niggas see the things I do, they be like, "Hop, I wanna be like you" (Like you) She said: "Yeah, I got a man, but for the 'Ill Mind', I would leave my boo" You poor bastards bow down to your master You're last to finish the race Of course that's the only outcome it could've been 'Cause I bust like a torn magnum See, I summons the mic like it was Thor's hammer Body slammin' these beats 'til the floor shatters And I keep rappers as a reward, their corpses are stiff on the floor with a sword jammed in Let's go [Chorus: Merkules] They throwing dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames) They tryna surf on my wave, I ain't gon' turn down the bass (Turn down the bass) They throwing dirt on my name, I might just burst into flames (Burst into flames) They tryna surf on my wave, I ain't gon' turn down the bass (Turn down the bass)