Back to Back Banger

Back to Back Banger Don’t change a thing Back to back bangers You can name it after me These things write themselves— becomin’ easier for me Flows right out like free money Hittin’ hard like my boy CHris Webby Stamp it in stone with a headline gleam If the beat got legs, I’m breakin’ the knees No tweaks needed when the bones sit clean Name it how you want—still built for the league Back to Back Banger Don’t change a thing Back to back bangers You can name it after me These things write themselves— becomin’ easier for me Flows right out like free money Hittin’ hard like Webby Steel in the syllables, pressure in the pacing Cold-press pen—every line life-changing Razor on the rhythm, give the kickdrum casing Snare so clean make the reverb stainless Blueprint brainwork, metrics in the margins Audit every bar—no waste in the garden Valve on the vowels, consonants carbon Torch on the track till the beat turns scarlet Slide with precision—no drift, no wobble Jet-fuel lungs, this a long-run throttle Big-frame cadence with a bulletproof bottle I pour pure proof, make the waveform wobble Numbers go north while the craft stays quiet I’m the calm in the riot, the code in the pilot Mezzanine rhyme scheme—levels to the science When I aim at a chorus, the chorus go silent Back to Back Banger Don’t change a thing Back to back bangers You can name it after me These things write themselves— becomin’ easier for me Flows right out like free money Hittin’ hard like Webby No shortcuts—only sharp-cut edges Cutlass pen, carve lanes, set ledges Chain-link logic with a heavyweight message Every eight measures get a medal and a credit Metronome menace—on time, off limits Write till the ink smell bite through the linen Drumline sprinting, my cadence stays winning Glass on the ceiling?—fine, I’ll go through it Five-tool flow with a pro-grade polish Every take honest, the playback flawless Day-one focus with a billboard promise Skyline bars turn a booth to a palace I don’t chase trends; I raise them to standard Frame every stanza—granite and hammer If the beat got teeth, I tame it with grammar If the stage got smoke, I aim at the camera Back to Back Banger Don’t change a thing Back to back bangers You can name it after me These things write themselves— becomin’ easier for me Flows right out like free money Hittin’ hard like Webby No brakes, no edits, let it go—full send High stakes, cold credit, every note—dividends My name on the record, let the echo never end Back to back bangers, that’s the banner I defend Back to Back Banger Don’t change a thing Back to back bangers You can name it after me These things write themselves— becomin’ easier for me Flows right out like free money Hittin’ hard like Webby Stamp it in stone with a headline gleam If the beat got legs, I’m breakin’ the knees No tweaks needed when the bones sit clean Name it how you want—still built for the league