Bang Town Filth

{ominous detuned piano loop} {rattling off-grid hi-hats} {deep sub slide} Yeah

Look

We back in the cold

{low-pass filter sweep} Watch how you talk when you step in the

zone

No face, no case,

we leave 'em alone

Don't run your mouth,

yeah, you talk to a stone

Get the fuck out the way,

we claiming the throne (hahaha) {heavy 808 slides} {sharp snare

snaps}

They talk on the net but they never do shit

See me in the street,

now they run and they split

Stacking the paper, we making it fit

Don't play with my name,

you get instantly hit

Yeah,

keeping it real, never fake for a dime

We running the block,

yeah, we doing the crime (shhh)

{hi-hat rolls intensify} Quiet on the block,

don't say a word (shhh)

They hate the success,

yeah, that's what I heard {percussion drop-out} {distant

police siren effect} Watch how you talk when you step in the

zone

No face, no case,

we leave 'em alone

Don't run your mouth,

yeah, you talk to a stone

Get the fuck out the way,

we claiming the throne

(yeah, yeah)

{full drum attack} Yeah,

we out No trace Just the sub vibrating the concrete

{slow

low-pass filter fade} {808 decay}