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sankofa – bang this! lyrics

[intro]
hey massakre, it’s good to have you on a track man
this 8greg2 bouncer
yeah man

[verse 1: sankofa]
i’ve got ransom notes with chiquita stickers from banana boats
word to santakofa got me busting out a santa pose
all these clout chasers, straight about to pull a hamstring
two bit cantina acts, man they can’t sing
their landing blows, never gonna get the pilot license
looking at a lot of liars like olympus, idolize them
left to their own devices but they forget the chargers
so the buzz begins to fade and left them lost regardless
critical darlings, zsa zsa gabor and roger ebert
thе raw rapport rapper brought them war so nod allegiancе
i’m getting so many props for all of my live shows
people are calling me carrot top minus the roids and knives bro
distrokid, i’m doing splits like van damme on top of volvos
up at divorce court, 10 attorneys and they all close
so here we are, the victims of an algorithmic bomb blast
and how committed are we to the nuance over contrast

[chorus]
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless
relentless hits
just bang your head to this
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless
relentless hits
man, just bang your head to this
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless
relentless hits
just bang your head to this
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless

[verse 2: massakre]
you already know, this that village woods, maple grove
didier meats, decatur road, 1980’s baby flow
if mass switch his cadence though, we’re all in for a blanket snow
the forecast is dangerous low, and haters know i’m capable
to wield a scepter in the back of la biblioteca
with a paperback i dissect em, like i’m john wick with a ledger
and i’m positive that i can pressure, any negative beyond measure
two sedatives and a compression sock, that’ll fulfill my endeavor
like a rock, in a chevy i can’t be stopped, til now
d+mn.. i can’t think, uh meet jenni, my wife is hot?
man to h+ll with this writer’s block, no more idle in the parking lot
ima contend for the title spot, while you salty like the wife of lot
cuz when i’m k!lling, butcher knives and 9 millis
you could die, like die really, and i’ll spread you across my ceiling
but for now i’m just being silly, let bygones be tri+gons
and my god, mass, kofa and jon, we all illin’

[chorus]
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless
relentless hits
man, just bang your head to this
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless
relentless hits
man, just bang your head to this
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless
relentless hits
man, just bang your head to this
so bang your head to this
keep it simple effortless

[verse 3: jon?doe]
they say bang bang but it ain’t niner gang, i rhyme in slang
tbh we be great, they kinda lame
gang bang the beat, makin’ its v+g+n+ hang
got no fingers fallin’ off a wet roof, just trying to hang
i’m the man! anthrax in 86
rappers nowadays is food poisoning+ y’all make me sick
i got grandpa b+lls and a baby d+ck
still laying chicks hotter than ghost peppers, then filet ya clique
i’m guessing that talent just ain’t proportional
cuz u actin like a huge c+ck standin’ there like dude watch
except we nasty as a post +n+l p+b+ splotch
and leave you haters saltier than sweat from your b00bs blots
crowd can barely stomach the cr+p you crafted
you lumbering lummox, our laughter lasted
longer than your blundering bumbaclot blabber blasted
out the speakers leaving us flummoxed and flabbergasted

- sankofa lyrics

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