B-Jynx - Bang (feat. Richie Guapo) Lyrics

Cookin up creation out the blankest spaces
I just speak my name to it, it get animated
Made a few mistakes before and called it Satan
Til that statement it was just me and my ni**a Amun
Drunk in love with imminence and images of self I help when feelin lit
I put djinn in Genesis
What's the synonym I said I'll never sin again
Then my mini twin split his rib just to get it in
Copy my conscience I break you off it when you need a piece
Rebound Ben Wallace like hey no offense, you gon' need some 'D'
I be conceiving seed into Isis that's my queen to be
She a rough rider I guess that you could call her E-V-E
Blessed her with greenery just about as far as she could see
Don't eat from heathen tree and I told her that vehemently
One tiny problem was that temptation she wan' be with me
Crownin me king I gave her more than just the T-I-P, bang

Biggest bang, biggest bang
Got the biggest bang
I could put my hands together
Cook up anythang
Send a message if you want it
You can get it mane
I could dry up every ocean just to make it rain

Biggest bang, biggest bang
Got the biggest bang
I could put my hands together
Cook up anythang
Send a message if you want it
You can get it mane
I ain't stingy with da blessing
Get the whole thang

So spaced out that I got a orbit
Live from the mind while I lie dormant
Sleepy with hallow-tip horseman
Copping more head than a boar's but never do pork
My diss got distorted
Ni**a brought beef so I'm sticking my fork in
Using my forces
Food for your thoughts
Serving them portions
Cracking your cookie and reading your fortune, die
I be the monster, you the white devil with the Pitchforks and henceforth
No cool run-ins like winter sports
Just passing out heat like olympic torches
End you being when you intervene
That'll get you bodied like intercourse
Wet a ni**a up make swimming trunks
Like why in the f*ck you in denim shorts
Red broads in red bottoms
Gotta red dot em that's a dead target
Texting bitches with the smiley faces got played out like Ed Hardy
Hella funny yet dead serious
Fat rhymes no Chris Farley
Can't be the man so you think like a man that balled on the edge like Steve Harvey
Idols wild but I'm Percy Jenkins
Catch it on the run like Percy Harvin
Puffing on purple people eaters
From Jamaica like Marcus Garvey
Thunderstruck off Thunderf*ck
But still rock it I'm James Harden
Got a lot of haters and a space modulator that'll turn the Earth to craters like Marvin Martian ni**a bang

Biggest bang, biggest bang
Got the biggest bang
I could put my hands together
Cook up anythang
Send a message if you want it
You can get it mane
I could dry up every ocean just to make it rain

Biggest bang, biggest bang
Got the biggest bang
I could put my hands together
Cook up anythang
Send a message if you want it
You can get it mane
I ain't stingy with da blessing
Get the whole thang