SlangBangas

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Let the brains blow out the skull, bang your head to the flow
Psych Ward, Lord Lhus letting your rappers know
That we can't be touched, underground shown up
Professional slang bangers, our microphones stay clutched

[Verse 1: Lord Lhus]
The rhymes, they stay rough, the most rugged to bust
J-Nyce on the beat, heads know I'm fuckin' it up
Kid Fade in the street, my tussel'll run 'em up
Shallow Pocket's got the trees, you know we bustin' a dutch
I burn down green, like Sherman did S-C
You best be at your highest quality fuckin' with me
Writin' down a sixteen like it ain't shit to it
One verse, anothеr verse, a whole album, lеt's do it
I bless fluently, who am I? The MC
Cross Canadian borders on my quest to BC
Not rappin' to stack cream, maybe that's why I'm broke
A slave to society with the noose around my throat
The truth is always spoke, guaranteed if Lhus spit it
In the booth of rhyme OG MC's like lodge visits
The picture's vivid, like a porn movie production
Watch us beat down on you pussy-ass motherfuckers

[Chorus]
Let the brains blow out the skull, bang your head to the flow
Psych Ward, Lord Lhus letting your rappers know
That we can't be touched, underground shown up
Professional slang bangers, our microphones stay clutched
Let the brains blow out the skull, bang your head to the flow
Psych Ward, Lord Lhus letting your rappers know
That we can't be touched, underground shown up
Professional slang bangers, our microphones stay clutched

[Verse 2: J-Nyce]
Ayo, it's hell to pay, high school the way you melt away
The flow I dealt today is out this world like the Milky Way
How you wanna die? I got a weapon for that
Might not howl at the sky when the night goes black
Of course I'm real force, still through your force fields
I'll leave you tortured and still I'ma double cross a deal
Your crew's rust, heavy with the metal when your tunes bust
Leavin' tunes crushed, puttin' craters in the moon's crust
If I'm the crew but never heard it through the silencer
Got to find the world, put you on ice like the Islanders
Prepare to shoot when you're falling from your parachute and paratroops
Leave you hanging from wires like a pair of boots
Straight game still on tracks like a freight train
I take aim leave you hollow like your fake chain
Burn cats like volcanic ash make you panic fast
Automatic pass leave you in the dirt like brain done smashed

[Chorus]
Let the brains blow out the skull, bang your head to the flow
Psych Ward, Lord Lhus letting your rappers know
That we can't be touched, underground shown up
Professional slang bangers, our microphones stay clutched

[Verse 3: Shallow Pockets]
Talk quiet, I can't hear you when the Glock fires
You cock riders too pussy to walk by us
Strange daggers cut women in half like stage magic
We ain't ragged dropping 'bows in the straitjacket
Kill the guard smoke your life on hold
Your eyes open, I can see you in the long scope
Only thing on your mind, I pull it on your front lobe
Nothing left in the nine after I unload
Quit playin', drop lines like I sniff 'caine
Rip chains, totin' on them hoes like I switch lanes
Rip fame on you when I click bang
Flip game, different day, but the shit change
Spit game, y'all just frontin' like big names
Trip stains are broke, blood in the slit veins
Insane, pull you out the pictures
Split your frame in pain, make you wish you never breathe again

[Chorus]
Let the brains blow out the skull, bang your head to the flow
Psych Ward, Lord Lhus letting your rappers know
That we can't be touched, underground shown up
Professional slang bangers, our microphones stay clutched