Quique Cruz - Bangin' This

This is a violation of everything that you consider sacred
Dancin' naked on pentagrams being awakened
I've been forsakened, you look at me with curiosity
My whole style is a fuckin' atrocity
And possibly you can find me pictured in a glossary
Next to the word "monstrosity", and my philosophy
Is something like Buddhism, how I move with the rhythm
To a new position and do away with superstition
I will not tolerate that kind of fuckery
That's probably why these local niggaz won't fuck with me
But they're stuck with me and my terrible opinions
Despicable me with several minions
I'm villainous, a ravenous antagonist
I'm grabbin' this apparatus and smoke it like cannabis
You're not a fan of this, you can't handle this
That's why I'm at the tabernacle pissin' on the evangelists

Bangin' this shit out the woofers and the tweeters
It's for my niggaz that's ridin' in two-seaters
With two heaters and a few señoritas
Yo, the old schoolers and the new leaders, it goes
Feel it vibrating through the woofers and the tweeters
It's for my niggaz that's speedin' in two-seaters
With two heaters and a few señoritas
Check it out

I'm an in-between-the-line reader, I'm not a mind reader
I rhyme sweater than you mutherfuckin' swine eaters
And bottom feeders, I spot 'em from here to Carmonita
Piercing your flesh like a snare through the tweeters
I dare you to beat us, it's rare to defeat us
So you curl up like a fetus and hide in the nose bleeders
Look, I'm no cheater nigga but the truth is
I'm too ruthless, and too smart for you cuz you a doofus
Cut you off at the root to leave you fruitless and seedless
Cuz all that mumble rapping is needless
I'm feeding this food for thought like it's a sport
The style that I brought is everything the people sought
When I retort it's doper than the coke that you snort
The stage is like an open court for my spoken thought
I grab the mic to make you choke and cough
Like if you're toking off that glass bong when you get broken off

Bangin this shit out the woofers and the tweeters
It's for my niggaz that's ridin' in two-seaters
With two heaters and a few señoritas
Yo, the old schoolers and the new leaders, it goes
Feel it vibrating through the woofers and the tweeters
It's for my niggaz that's speedin' in two-seaters
With two heaters and a few señoritas
Check it out

Quique Cruz, my name is synonymous with ominous
I grab the and talk sense like an economist
And you don't wanna miss, my freestyles when I'm bombin' this
I have a way with words like a novelist
I'm a survivalist, and a Hip Hop revivalist
Toilet paper to me that's what the bible is
I'll wipe my ass with it, and blow my boogers on it
You got a sweet tooth for bullshit with sugar on it
That's why you're into fairy tales and mythology
Voodoo and mumbo jumbo, I'm sorry no apology
The same goes for the Qur'an and the Torah
I'll burn 'em both like Sodom and Gomorrah
Now how's that for a biblical reference
I'm lost out here, don't follow my right and left prints
Al me no questions and I'll tell you no lies
I'm not sellin' no pies like those guys in bow ties, I'm just

Bangin this shit out the woofers and the tweeters
It's for my niggaz that's ridin' in two-seaters
With two heaters and a few señoritas
Yo, the old schoolers and the new leaders, it goes
Feel it vibrating through the woofers and the tweeters
It's for my niggaz that's speedin' in two-seaters
With two heaters and a few señoritas
Check it out

Written by:
Rene Roman

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