Bang! Bang! (Alternate Version)

Album cover art for "Bang! Bang! (Alternate Version)" by Reel Wolf & Psych Ward

Reel Wolf & Psych Ward - Rap, In English

Bang! Bang! (Alternate Version)

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Duration: 3:22

Lyrics

[Intro] Reel Wolf wanna be with the Ward Yeah, it's like war, motherfucker Bang, bang, motherfucker Shallow pop, exchange, man, it's good faith Don't smash your face, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ayo, let me at this, motherfuckers Yeah, yo, what? What? What? [Verse 1: Shallow Pockets] Y'all ain't seein' my clique, like feds undercover No one feelin' your shit like sex with a rubber You don't know how I live 'til you slept in the gutter You can sleep with a fish, I'ma sleep with your mother I'll put you under the gun, these shells, they rain on you Haunt you when all my dogs done pray on you Your head'll bleed, 'cause it's better you instead of me Shit you never seen, like you was trippin' on amphetamines Made man, eat your skull until it cave in I stay bent, spend cash, but can't pay rent It's anarchy, y'all 'bout as real as a fantasy Y'all like amputees, homie, you can't stand to me So ferocious, bullets hit your spine like scoliosis Don't approach us, hopeless, you'll die on short notice I can't help, so why you standin' with your hands up? Put your head in the sand, belt done bang 'em up [Chorus: Shallow Pockets] You hear, "Pop, pop," you hear, "Bang, bang" We chop, we chop, we slang, we slang Scream, "Stop, stop," 'til your brains hang You shot, you shot when the stainless sings You hear, "Pop, pop," you hear, "Bang, bang" We chop, we chop, we slang, we slang Scream, "Stop, stop," 'til your brains hang You shot, you shot when the stainless sings [Verse 2: J Nyce] My formula of chemical agents stay secret in societies like masons In a black mask, like Jason when I'm crushin' your fuckin' face in My counterparts leave you under the counter apart Think hard before it starts, I got it down to an art Killed in public like a Kennedy, I'm my secret identity The enemy, we all mentally, but y'all pretend to be This ain't Graceland, leavin' rappers by the wastelands This Nine in my waistband kill you faster than I change hands Assume you're fake, cuttin' class in a school of snakes Movin' faster through the weights, passing and moving weight Assumed lost until they find you in a room locked My goon dots burn through your chest like falling moonrocks Watch as the lead travels, night falls under red shadows Leave you dead in battles, left deep beneath the gravel Y'all designer screen, crush your skull and your spine will sting I'm finding means to journey through your mind like a time machine [Chorus: Shallow Pockets] You hear, "Pop, pop," you hear, "Bang, bang" We chop, we chop, we slang, we slang Scream, "Stop, stop," 'til your brains hang You shot, you shot when the stainless sings You hear, "Pop, pop," you hear, "Bang, bang" We chop, we chop, we slang, we slang Scream, "Stop, stop," 'til your brains hang You shot your shot when the stainless sings [Verse 3: Kid Fade] I'm seein' dark knights, like Batman caught up in hardships Emerging in conflicts over troubled water like drawbridge Still won't quit, problems rise to power like gauntlets Poke 'em with sharp wits, that's an enterprise like starships Music is my accomplice to rise in the darkness In the land of the heartless, head up to my problems, it's conscience Screams a violent sound, breaking idols down My life is like a title bout locked inside a final round Heartless ambition 'cause my thoughts is like a God that's risen Imprisoned with wisdom 'cause my flow is known to go the distance Mind state, leave 'em in tears 'til they dehydrate Hooked like fly bait, got 'em shook until they vibrate High-grade raps that'll kill 'em at a high rate This tirade flow pave the way like driveways Haters in my way fly crooked as they dive straight To their death beneath with their head all sideways

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Credits

Writers
  • Psych Ward
  • Reel Wolf