Click Bang

featuring TK Cince & Ciera Marcano

They tellin me listen to your heart
but my ears aren’t enough though
and the years that I’ve sketched my art have started catchin up jo
ya see it’s like at first it was the passion and then it was the drive
but ya know it’s a hard sell to keep ya fantasies alive
and now they callin me a rhyme jockey
ride rhythm and slide precision cross cool shit cross like ice hockey
ya might be a nice copy
but this is venomous authenticity and you just sloppy
I don’t wanna catch a body
so i’ll let ya fall
but you Hip-Hop Hos gettin fucked in the bathroom stall
but go ahead and ball out
help em with the grave that we just can’t crawl out
O and if this is touchin your ears
then this is fuck you Bitch
sincerely Da$H
and fuck your career
got and gun for a tongue
shootin spit at ya kicks
you could bet this is that click click

Bang
you already know why we
came
this’ll be the throne that we
claim
goin for the throat with these
fangs
click click
bang
forget about the draught we bring
rain
head up in the clouds and we
stayin at it til this bitch is done

fake bonanza the impression left was heavenly
they witnessed what was read between
the red and watched the violeT all ignite
and what remained had left a pedigree
to make a mountain dead to me
the hyphens all depicted what was said to be
so I’m flyin to a timeless horizon
where the reason had been cheatin
so the flow was really rhymeless
the spineless wouldn’t bet i’d hold my head in any weather
need to chain us down better cuz ya leather couldn’t bind this

I’m in this for keeps kid
this aint the type of mc that you should ever be countin sheep on
I aint never did what the weak did
Brolic since birth this is blood type B strong

So I’ma put my wings on
live long and prosper like a clingon
infinity and beyond lyrics it’s the physics in my spirit
this shit’s mine
don’t come near it

Bang
you already know why we
came
this’ll be the throne that we
claim
goin for the throat with these
fangs
click click
bang
forget about the draught we bring
rain
head up in the clouds and we
stayin at it til this bitch is done

I saw the trees as they were shifting
A birdie brought word from my queen said she missed me
set the sea on fire
set my conscious rifting
and ever since it’s focus it had set the zephyrs drifiting

Effervescent mysteries
acted out through every single chapter of history
spaded me a tunnel just to capture a glimpse of me
and now I’m back gettin weeded and the bull aint shit to me
Belt Buckle tight and the boots stay laced up
If T K down to Da$H than you better pick ya pace up
stay cuttin tracks in the lab wit a scalpel
We fallin off
Doubtful

We aint goin anywhere
keep on hatin I don’t care
middle fingers in the air
click click
We aint goin anywhere
keep on hatin I don’t care
middle fingers in the air
click click
We aint goin anywhere
keep on hatin I don’t care
middle fingers in the air
click click
bang

Bang
you already know why we
came
this’ll be the throne that we
claim
goin for the throat with these
fangs
click click
bang
forget about the draught we bring
rain
head up in the clouds and we
stayin at it til this bitch is done


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