I Need That | Rap

LYRICS: [Verse 1] Need that thump in the chest when I wake, Got that hunger for a drop that makes walls shake, I crave that groove, that underground quake, Vibin’ like I’m ridin’ on a fault break. I need that punch that a snare drum bring, Feel the snap like a boxer in the ring, Every hit got my heartbeat sync, Like a lifeline kick with a savage sting. [Chorus] I need that boom bap, Drop it low with that thunder clap, Need that bass roll deep like a stealthy trap, A bit of rap, a bit of trap, Speakers blowin’ like a pressure snap, Kicks so sharp they cut the map. Need them speakers tweakin’ like a muzzle flash, The kinda beat that got ’em askin’ who’s that, The kinda beat that hit so hard you lose fat, The kinda beat that make ’em all clap, Need that low dope flow that’ll make me relax, So much so it’ll send me into cardiac. [Verse 2] I need that bass that hits like thunder, Sub-bass drivin’ like a chopper’s thunder, Treasure that bass that makes me wanna plunder, Surround sound haze, feelin’ like ganja. Bass got me zoned, like I’m in Wakanda, Groovin’ in a haze, call it my nirvana, Body locked tight, rhythm like samba, That low-end life, yeah I’m full-time rasta. I just need the beat to break my jaw, Need it so loud it breaks the law, Beat so heavy I drop dead on the floor, Beat so fierce you’d think we going to war. [Verse 3] Need that bass so low, it’s a no-go, Hard bass flow, never a no-show, Poppin’ heads off, call that a low blow, When I feel low and slow, big fat bass is all I know. Like shockwaves booming through the ozone, Breaking worries down like a broke phone, Rumble rattling deep in my backbone, Big bad sound, yeah it’s fully grown. [Pre-Chorus] I turn the volume up, When it don’t hit hard enough, Yeah I just can’t get enough, Need it louder, feel the crush. [Chorus] I need that boom bap, Drop it low with that thunder clap, Need that bass roll deep like a stealthy trap, A bit of rap, a bit of trap, Speakers blowin’ like a pressure snap, Kicks so sharp they cut the map. Need them speakers tweakin’ like a muzzle flash, The kinda beat that got ’em askin’ who’s that, The kinda beat that hit so hard you lose fat, The kinda beat that make ’em all clap, Need that low dope flow that’ll make me relax, So much so it’ll send me into cardiac. [Verse 4] Okay, I admit it, I’m hooked, conflicted, bass depicted, Every drop lifts my soul, feels so unrestricted, Heartbeat synced, rhythm’s twisted, Call it what you want, but it’s holistic. Basslines hit deep, feeling ballistic, Waves roll in, vibe realistic, Speakers move like tidal waves, Shaking neighbors like Richter’s saves, Bassline dirty like a shallow grave, But I’m alive, don’t wanna be saved. [Verse 5] I hunger for infrasonic waves, Seismic beats that shake my brain, Rumbles deep like tectonic caves, Sound that digs and breaks the chains. Eardrums feel the savage waves, Synapses fire in psychedelic ways, Bass ritual, neural brigade, This sound insurgency will never fade. [Bridge] Hear the bass giant rise again, A fractal wave that never ends, I’m lost inside this cavern’s sound, Each pulse shakes the underground. No silence here, no calm retreat, Just pounding rhythms, steady beat, I pledge my heart to low-end kings, In sonic realms where freedom sings. [Verse 6] My mind shakes under sound’s siege, Waves collide like cosmic fleets, Subsonic forces carve my thoughts, Their wild power can’t be caught. This bass rebel rules the scene, More than sound—a primal dream, I sail these waves fearless and free, Bassline’s reign lives deep in me. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it up to eleven, break complacency, When it’s not enough, call urgency, Jump in decibels, spark vitality, Fuel my soul with raw audacity. [Chorus] I demand that boom bap, tectonic thunder clap, Deep trap lows, phantom thunderclap, Rap meets trap in a sonic trap, Speakers bleed pressure in a cataclysmic wrap. Kicks cut sharp like a scalpel’s snap, Tweaks flash like muzzles off the map, This beat’s a blitzkrieg, no gap, It breaks apathy—feel the zap. [Verse 7] I roam sound wastelands where silence fades, My soul built strong from rhythmic raids, Subterranean king in a world ablaze, Euphoria born from bass arrays. No peace in quiet, only the blaze, Of low-end power lighting my ways, I bow to the throne where spirit sways, In bass’s empire, I’ll always stay. [Outro] So keep it bumpin’, don’t fade away, Let the bass speak, let it play, My fix for life, no doubt, no sway, I need that bass—can’t live without. Let the last pulse stretch beyond the plan, An echo ringing in every fan, Bass is the language of this clan, I need that low sound—forever I am. [Outro] So keep it bumpin’, don’t fade away, Let the bass speak, let it play, My fix for life, no doubt, no sway, I need that bass—can’t live without. Let the last pulse stretch beyond the plan, An echo ringing in every fan, Bass is the language of this clan, I need that low sound—forever I am.