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    "Pickin' up Metal" Lyrics

    Boo Yaa Tribe

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    Hey all you headbangers!
    Are you ready to party?!

    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!

    (Bang)

    Bang your head to this
    Bang your head
    Bang-bang your head to this

    And get hit by the metal fist
    Another metaphor straight from my murder list
    I can do this, get up and school this
    Those who pick up metal but don't know how to use it
    I the Ganxsta have a full Glock
    Since the last time they all got shot
    So now you know that metal is requested
    That's the way the streets select it
    So 24/7 we're pickin' up metal
    That's how we settle our problems in the ghetto
    ???? why does a brother
    Pick up metal to kill another
    Why is that? I don't know
    But I think I have the answer
    Turn up the bass and let them all be dancers

    Bang your head
    Bang-bang your head to this!

    Part 2 of a death wish
    MC's get served on the metal dish
    And that wish has already came true
    'Cause the Ganxsta already played the role of a fool
    And I straight go looney
    When a buster with metal step to me
    O grabs the bass and thumps
    Busters duck the funk, what's the last? Riot Pump
    The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage
    Made you say: it ain't like the old days
    When we just go head up
    The new days everyboody's givin' metal up
    And you wonder: is it metal or thunder?
    It's the sounds of down under
    And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground
    The sound of our guitar, heavy
    The bass gets no heavier
    Louder, and it's like gun powder
    One strike with metal it's a death every hour
    That's why I don't by time, I know what time it is
    Bang your head to this

    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin' up metal!
    We're pickin' up metal

    Bang your head to this!
    Take the handcuffs off my wrist
    So I can bust my shit
    Pass me my locs 'cause I'm finna get yoked
    Anyone who stands in the way will get smoked
    'Cause all we need is your eyes to focus
    On Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. who's the locest
    Is this what you want, to see what ghetto
    Can pick up the heaviest metal?
    We give you mo', comin' from the backdo'
    Another warrior ready for war
    Heavier than metal, but metal ain't heavy
    'Cause the hit squad works out with plenty
    Full-metal jacket, just moved up a bracket
    Re-load the .45 so we can stack it
    All of a sudden you're stuck like a truck
    You can't get it up and you're slow like fuck
    What a shame, try to play the metal game
    Revenge is for giants, it's a soldier thing
    Straight up, from the hardest ghetto
    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin' up metal!

    We're pickin' up metal

    Bang your head
    Bang-bang your head to this!

    Metallica? Think so? Bubble gum
    They couldn't understand the 808 kick drum
    Melodic, not idiotic
    Our music makes sense, right? (Yeeaaahh) Got it
    Check it out, acid, I never had none
    But if I took some y'all know the outcome
    Clack-clack-clack, everybody stand back
    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.'s in the house and we're ready with the metal track
    King Roscoe the full-metal jacket
    I have fire lyrics cause I have it packin'
    So let's bail and pack the trunk
    With the heavy metal guitar and the bass who funks
    For all you heavy metallers
    Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors
    Like fire in the kettle
    I bring the heat if it's metal with a scorn to settle
    This is your opportunity to go for yours
    Draw for your metal and hit the floor
    'Cause it's time for war in the ghetto
    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin' up metal

    Bang your head to this
    Bang your head
    Bang-bang your head to this

    This jam is like
    You gotta bang your head to this!
    Ha-ha-ha-ha

    Time is tickin', the world's gone bad
    You ain't with it, you better step back
    Feel the wrath of the Ganxsta
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Danny V. Devoux, Ken Villeneuve, Myles John O'brien, Paul Devoux, Roscoe Devoux.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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