(Feng, Feng, Feng)
They're like, "Who is that boy who won't stop playing that sound?"
Telling me, "Don't turn it down"
From north, but I'm in south
Yeah I know, that it's so loud
Bass jump, and so did the crowd
The word "bass", an abstract noun, but I turned it to a noun
Cause' they feel it in their soul, vibrations strike a pulse
Thats why I need to be known
So I could change what they really know
We could be friends not foes
It's not corny to throw a pose, in pictures with your bros
Talk to people, don't be alarmed
You know that you evolve overtime but you still need to go
Slow motion over no motion
Ignorance, you tell me you know
Explosion sound like I'm on that radio show
Charlie Sloth, Fire in the Booth
Load up the mics
I hope that this new wave of rap can fit in their shoes
Man don't care about what preset you got just hop in the stu'
My lyrics aren't rude, thats why it's so new
People that sound like me
I can't even tell you a few
I'm looking at life in a different angle but I don't know about you