Let It Bang - Demun Jones

Who really want smoke with the gang Gotta stick witta scope let it bang Wanna talk but you the type to run away Ain't no hiding we gone find you either way Who really want smoke with the gang Gotta stick witta scope let it bang Wanna talk but you the type to run away Ain't no hiding we gone find you either way Ride around witta stick put you in yo grave When it hit bet your body gone disintegrated Fucking with the wrong beef came the wrong way My gang solid ain't no other than can take our place This ain't no game this the real life gta Repping my flag this the home of the great You know the colors keep the bandana on my face Run a lick extermination on your whole place Who really want smoke with the gang Gotta stick witta scope let it bang Wanna talk but you the type to run away Ain't no hiding we gone find you either way Who really want smoke with the gang Gotta stick witta scope let it bang Wanna talk but you the type to run away Ain't no hiding we gone find you either way

Bang (bang), bang (bang) Causing a commotion let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Power is ferocious, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Death is fast approaching, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Art is an explosion, let it bang I bring the blast like a Creeper Bet I can blow up, I don't need a feature Akatsuki, but they ain't my leader Clearing the board of weak dudes like a sweeper I'ma drop a bomb, no teaser, ay, better bring it on, full feature, ay Indiana, blasts got you looking for the freezer, ay Red Clouds when I roll through 'Bout to get loud like a blown fuse Bring a meltdown and you won't move When I step out of the smoke fumes Yeah, I broke dudes like I'm Rambo Got a full pouch full of ammo Bury Gaara under sandstone Blown your ears out like you're Van Gogh Sculpt this shit, an artisan, Aardman How I use the clay call that an art attack, last stand Raining down hellfire like it's Stalingrad, class act Leave Uchihas redder than their Sharingan, god-damn (god-damn) Bang (bang), bang (bang) Causing a commotion let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Power is ferocious, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Death is fast approaching, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Art is an explosion, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Causing a commotion let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Power is ferocious, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Death is fast approaching, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Art is an explosion, let it bang Boy, I'm an artist you don't understand You give me lip, then you talk to the hand Mines in the ground, you best watch where you stand S in the tier, so you not on my rank Red-hot, better get lost Like Tom Jones, I'm a Sex Bomb Leave your mind blown, that's a headshot Make a Dragon need no Shenron Start running Feeling the beat of your heart thumping Explosion release that's an art, stunning Michelangelo, statue, decrees it's your Last Judgement Can't stomach, organs scattered, pull more string than Sasori Detonation, so it's about to be a catastrophe Huh, huh, checkmate, C2-C4 like a chess game Huh, huh, self-made, back from the dead, Edo Tensei Huh, huh, headache when I send shocks to your membrane Need no sensei, when I'm enraged, then I'll let it bang like a grenade Bang (bang), bang (bang) Causing a commotion let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Power is ferocious, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Death is fast approaching, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Art is an explosion, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Causing a commotion let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Power is ferocious, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Death is fast approaching, let it bang (bang), bang (bang) Art is an explosion, let it bang

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby