wrightsgaming[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Twelve subwoofers kickin’, walls start to shake,
Home theater’s alive with the rhythm I make.
Gangster rap vibes, low-end’s my creed,
Bassline so heavy, it plants the seed.
Floorboards tremble, the foundation hums,
Neighbors know the score when the outlaw drum comes.
Slammin’ through speakers, a sonic invasion,
This ain’t just noise—it’s a bass revelation.
[Chorus]
Boom-bap, boom-bap, chest feel the pound,
Subs on 45, got the whole block breakin’ down.
Gutter-made rhythm, streetwise and raw,
Bassline boom—yeah, the law of the law.
[Verse 2]
Crank the decibels, let the block feel the wrath,
Treble steps back when the bass fills the path.
Gangster tales spin on 808 heat,
Windows rattlin’ to the concrete b**t.
Cruise through the lows, let the highs take a nap,
This system’s a beast—got the hood in its trap.
Twelve deep subs, like a jury of thump,
Guilty of shakin’ the earth with a pump.
[Chorus]
Boom-bap, boom-bap, chest feel the pound,
Subs on twelve, got the whole block breakin’ down.
Gutter-made rhythm, streetwise and raw,
Bassline boom—yeah, the law of the law.
[Bridge]
Twelve angry woofers, no parole in sight,
Rattlin’ doors, rewirin’ the night.
Ain’t no half-steppin’, volume’s on trial,
Bass so reckless, it’s borderline vile.
[Outro]
