Bangarang

[Partial Hook: Mike Mictlan] Doomtree Bangarang Bangarang Doomtree Bangarang Bangarang Wings Teeth 10 years in our lane Doomtree Bangarang [Verse 1: POS] When it breaks... When it breaks we’ll know it’s time We’ll know it’s up to us to fix it When it aches to make its mind we’ll pick it 'Til then we’ll steer it Get us near We’ll swim the distance Fear after persistence Kin by cuts with all decisions lived with Can’t live without by now That’s why we shout so loud Couple down All respect allowed the rest could never doubt Options offered often Toss 'em to the chop 'em block 'em hostile dodge 'em Keep watch what I been rockin Whole team with a grip got it No polish [Hook: Mike Mictlan] Doomtree Bangarang All these rappers sound the same Beats? Sound the same Raps? Sound the same Wings Fan the flames Teeth With the fangs 10 years in our lane Doomtree Bangarang [Verse 2: Cecil Otter] Now underneath this canopy Crumbling insanity Bellies rumbling hungering for the fantasy Had to see something come from them Had to be crushing savagely Not your average everyday Nothing short of a masterpiece And the tortures of the past are like a fortune for the future We’ve been fortunate enough to know no borders No rulers No schools are out of session No school’s out of the question No tools will go unused And no fools will go unmentioned And there’s a tension in the air we’re breathing We breathe heavy We breathe largely Release the levy Feel the tension in the air we’re breathing And breathe heavy And breathe largely Release the levy [Hook] [Verse 3: Sims] They hate, they petty They say we too heady, too heavy, too many, too much punk Much too drunk, too much luck, love too much Yup But we earned it all All work til the curtain calls and our time is up They ain’t got enough And it burns em up Before tour and First Ave it was Dillinger 4, Triple Rock, Toki Wright, I Self Divine Way more than I’ll name drop But I got y’all when I see y’all And I’ll keep y’all when the beat stops I built more than a rap career I got my family here But some punks want to jump up With a sharp tongue and their fronts up Like we got here by dumb luck But they just want to become us But that’s what’s up when you come up I move like a dump truck Too long on the road and I earn what I hold But if you want it let me know I can burn your flow like whoah? [Hook]