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Like a flash bang crash the Shazam Van\nMade it with the stashed cash, and his black ash hand\nBring on the last man standing, he can hang\nDid the Shang-A-Lang then caught him, Ka-Bang!\nDrone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam\nKnown as a king who do rings on a mass scam\nOverthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam'\nRock it like a sun's splash jam\nShe had the color, came first place on the can-can band stand\nFace like Ann Landers, ask my man man-man\nBitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan\nDon't get smacked with the practice hand\nNot one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram\nAmpersand handstand gas can\n\nFor every super menace there seems to be, a super hero!\nTo rise in fearless challenge\n\nI'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks\nFire, and desire, call it water for chocolate\nThe spark in the darkness, marvelous hard shit\nBump you off like a small part in a mob flick\nArson artist, tough customer to bargain with\nNo discussion, no argument\nNo trust, no partnership\nRespect, get me 'spect but the rest get hardship\nMy bars get, funky like a playoff armpit\nYou living in your mom's crib, driving your broad's whip\nI'm on it, strong grip holding my fork with\nI'm on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts with\nNah I ain't feeling what y'all spit\nAll of 'em talk shit, call a coroner for this corpses\nWarriors I walk with, all in the conflict\nLive from the battlefield swords, and horses\n\nSeconds later, the villain was in the cockpit\n\nBreak out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer\nQuick on the draw like an art designer\nFilthy like a carpet miner, masked men not from comic con\nI'm hungry like Olajuwon, playing through Ramadan\nPhenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung\nRun run, 'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung\nUm um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle, bust souls\nPunch sneaker heads through their gum soles\nHolding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them\nEmo rappers cry along like there's no Rust-Oleum\nThe flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation\nShall take place, this Czar with the Metal Face\nRebel based, mayday mayday\nI'm out for that JJ Abram style pay day\nI catch deer on foot, snatch eagles mid flight\nCrashing through your skylight with Scott Summers eyesight\n\nEasy Scott baby, don't lose control\nGotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam\nHold steady, steady\nIf I can't blast through, I'll burn through!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ka‐Bang!\n  artist: Czarface\n  album: Ka‐Bang!\n  duration_ms: 173819\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya?\n  Oh no, gas!\n  Behold, the Armored One!\n\n  A grown ass man, mind from a trash can\n  And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam\n  Whoosh! Like a flash bang crash the Shazam Van\n  Made it with the stashed cash, and his black ash hand\n  Bring on the last man standing, he can hang\n  Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him, Ka-Bang!\n  Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam\n  Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam\n  Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam'\n  Rock it like a sun's splash jam\n  She had the color, came first place on the can-can band stand\n  Face like Ann Landers, ask my man man-man\n  Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan\n  Don't get smacked with the practice hand\n  Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram\n  Ampersand handstand gas can\n\n  For every super menace there seems to be, a super hero!\n  To rise in fearless challenge\n\n  I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks\n  Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate\n  The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard shit\n  Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick\n  Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with\n  No discussion, no argument\n  No trust, no partnership\n  Respect, get me 'spect but the rest get hardship\n  My bars get, funky like a playoff armpit\n  You living in your mom's crib, driving your broad's whip\n  I'm on it, strong grip holding my fork with\n  I'm on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts with\n  Nah I ain't feeling what y'all spit\n  All of 'em talk shit, call a coroner for this corpses\n  Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict\n  Live from the battlefield swords, and horses\n\n  Seconds later, the villain was in the cockpit\n\n  Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer\n  Quick on the draw like an art designer\n  Filthy like a carpet miner, masked men not from comic con\n  I'm hungry like Olajuwon, playing through Ramadan\n  Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung\n  Run run, 'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung\n  Um um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle, bust souls\n  Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles\n  Holding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them\n  Emo rappers cry along like there's no Rust-Oleum\n  The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation\n  Shall take place, this Czar with the Metal Face\n  Rebel based, mayday mayday\n  I'm out for that JJ Abram style pay day\n  I catch deer on foot, snatch eagles mid flight\n  Crashing through your skylight with Scott Summers eyesight\n\n  Easy Scott baby, don't lose control\n  Gotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam\n  Hold steady, steady\n  If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!\n"},{"id":37805392,"name":"Ka‐Bang!","trackName":"Ka‐Bang!","artistName":"Czarface featuring MF DOOM","albumName":"Ka‐Bang!","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya?\nOh no, gas!\nBehold, the Armored One!\n\nA grown ass man, mind from a trash can\nAnd he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam\nWhoosh! 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aligned as a Tascam\n  Whoosh! 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