BANG BANG BANG [Encore] (2016 BIGBANG WORLD TOUR [MADE] FINAL IN SEOUL LIVE)

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(feat. Holekost, Turban) "You could feel all the tension buildin up at the convention As the hustlers began to arrive... Must've been nine thousand or more that came through the door The time was 11:55" [Turban] Uh, time speed, minutes is breath while ya'll messin wit vets Fantasy raps, paid it dap produced it yourself Mic melts and felt my man and understand your plan is over Remember what I told ya, Turb stand imperial Yard Mass material, fifty script to serial I'm audio and visual sight, respect life In all I've executed, chickenheads they have me suited All tox shit, all get split Runnin in my zone called home, hang up your chrome to praise the most high Steady wit my aim eye, y'all really wanna try? Hard game to digest Next to consume chin checks Y'all illest skip like a rec room fight Might make then when I take it I ain't tellin anybody Ruger rips to shottie, all of y'all is Gotti's? Probably, you wanna be for years in rap The only type tracks you're seein is the on you run at And talk about your mouth, no doubt I cram your optic This hammerball player that's eager for you to stop it Try and chop it, I bomb squad your whole department Then lay low like ex-cons that sell blow [Holekost] My raps tore like Raptors of war Holekost not from Toronto, the stork dropped me in Newark I'ma catch him in the afterlife resorts Stab his corpse wit a pitchfork I promise I'll dismiss no survivors Jet propeller for all the riders, who wants to battle? We can go vocal to vocal, plus two vocals So I can put two swords in your skull like a Oakland Raiders logo Who's loco? Fly MC's became extinct like the dodo, the comoto Holekost, Storm Troopers like the Dark Force Enter slam phrase like Vader did to Dark Emperor MC's continuously test and not knowin I'm top of the line like a heading, and they heading for a deading I got pull like tug of war So you do me for sure, standin and pause Nail opponents to the floor like gun tame cats Bustin slugs in night clubs Million light bulb, imitation thugs spend in darkness Deliver pain to your chest, message: Don't underestimate the babyface, catch a case like an attorney, learn me Females that figure me to be cute Most of the acute got turned to an obstuse This angle's adjacent, aiyyo "Holekost" Complex when I flex concepts Express a whole different definition to a mic check Blur visions wit compositions That killed divisions and verbal fision He who listens can benefit On the other hand, a man blowin hot air like the dragon See low self an empty wagon We keep it locked like figure fours and eight's What I create levitates and elevates "We proudly present" "Double-S-E" [Encore] 'Core is last found, tweekin the style Freakin speakers near you Aketing styles be leakin the raw seekin this cause of fool (A true grit) I eat, drink, and shit flows wildin Think speak to rip foes wit these poison tip talents Loungin down in the dump where punks gun bump Dumb-dumb's slung from my tongue, keep my lungs pumped Ducked in this curriculum, we stickin em And sicing em, a slump, gettin em over the hump of this millennium Who me? In 2G's I plan to move heat Figure G's beats, it be who's the weak to lose sleep I chose to keep my grip firm See while you ride the dick and spit sperm We're too deep wit the use of no lie just like the dip's perm Spurn rock conventional wisdom, the quintessential wordsmith Learnin in curb shit, who's turf-less Cursed wit the earth-less flow, celestial For merchants to purchase whole, stirctly for your console We control this whole globe Divided by thirds, protect and serve with Preferated thought, I'm torn from the fold Scorn cuz my soul gone plus I'm modest dough Lead me wit illogical thoughts like Mister Spock Wit hip-hoppers fist-fought, I'm in a UFC's wrist lock What you quote-unquote true MC's in tip-top conditioning Is he sick? The answer is cancerous Maligned rhymes straight outta remission Spit shine, let it glisten, listen I flip lines beyond bars When I'm ending-the-pending or when the stars alignin Until then, I steal wit hearts of mine Exec Lounge holdin my spine And three or fo' cars behind, yeah