Ka-bang! Lyrics - Singles - Czarface

Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya? 

Oh no, gas! 

Behold, the Armored One! 

|1st MF DOOM| 

A grown ass man, mind from a trash can 

And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam 

Whoosh! Like a flash bang crash the Shazam Van 

Made it with the stashed cash, and his black ash hand 

Bring on the last man standing, he can hang 

Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him, Ka-Bang! 

Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam 

Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam 

Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam' 

Rock it like a sun's splash jam 

She had the color, came first place on the can-can band stand 

Face like Ann Landers, ask my man man-man 

Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan 

Don't get smacked with the practice hand 

Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram 

Ampersand handstand gas can 

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|Bridge| 

For every super menace there seems to be, a super hero! 

To rise in fearless challenge 

|2nd Inspectah Deck| 

I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks 

Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate 

The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard shit 

Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick 

Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with 

No discussion, nor argument 

No trust, no partnership 

Respect, get me 'spect but the rest get hardship 

My bars get, funky like a playoff armpit 

You living in your mom's crib, driving your broad's whip 

I'm on it, strong grip holding my fork with 

I'm on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts with 

Nah I ain't feeling what y'all spit 

All of 'em talk shit, call a coroner for this corpses 

Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict 

Live from the battlefield swords, and horses 

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|Bridge| 

Seconds later the villain was in the cockpit 

|3rd Esoteric| 

Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer 

Quick on the draw like an art designer 

Filthy like a carpet miner, masked men not from comic con 

I'm hungry like Olajuwon, playing through Ramadan 

Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung 

Run run, 'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung 

Um um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle, bust souls 

Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles 

Holding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them 

Emo rappers cry along like there's no Rust-Oleum 

The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation 

Shall take place, this Czar with the Metal Face 

Rebel based, mayday mayday 

I'm out for that JJ Abram style pay day 

I catch deer on foot, snatch eagles mid flight 

Crashing through your skylight with Scott Summers eyesight 

Easy Scott baby, don't lose control 

Gotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam 

Hold steady, steady 

If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!