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Banshee Walk
452
Auf Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Banshee Walk wurde am 25. Juli 2025 von Escapism als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtFuneral For A Dream
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Veröffentlichungsdatum25. Juli 2025
LabelEscapism
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown
Drum Programming
Bronze Nazareth
Bronze Nazareth
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Vincent Stephens
Erik Vincent Stephens
Composer
Justin Dante Cross
Justin Dante Cross
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown
Producer
J. Hutchinson
J. Hutchinson
Mastering Engineer
Magnetic
Magnetic
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah, bodies twitch when my phalanges talk
Bitch I hit the block with the banshee walk
Torch in my coat, I lift leaves in Kalahari droughts
Hawk in my scope, coffin quotes on safari routes
Bacardi with a ghost, I cut my teeth with a fishing knife
Every scar a chapel, every vision is given life
I'm a surgeon with my burdens, made mo-saics painting strife
At night, rockin up my thoughts just like a chemist might
Clickin stove in my brain, soundin just like my semi slide
My four chambers is black ice, surrounded by catch wires
I mostly died inside when my brother's time ex-pired
Still I rise, I drove a AMG out the hellfires
Cloaked in a hosts hearse **** the only way I'ma get quiet
Taste the blade first, I'm on a page from my environment
Black rose from the grave dirt, pressure made me a diamond
I'm mining minor thoughts turn a molehill to mountain climbing
Yeah, streets alive keep your cannon sharp
Pad turn the whole city candle dark
This Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke
Leave you struggling with the banshee walk
Streets alive keep your cannon sharp
Pad turn the whole city candle dark
This Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke
Leave you struggling with the banshee walk
I hear gun rule blasphemy, they should name a street after me
Clip your wings peasant, on the beat sweet alchemy
Clifton Powell presence, you gon see me guaranteed
You bleed? I feel your pain, share with me, like a pair of fiends
Yellowman sellin heroine via my rarest dreams
Crystal mountain back-lay, I wade in karat streams
Pretty mean bitch parrot brain, glass hour jungle rain
I pull up with that rod ain't no bass or no uncle Gene
Huh, **** you can't talk no pounds to no tumble weed
Her face card on 1000 still that bitch could probably fumble me
I run thru million dollar options in my slumber deep
My summers filled with rays raining on fluorescent color beach
I bite a crescent moon out a Georgia peach, and watch it leak
I'm bout to build a stairway to heaven and let you see
What's the entrance fee? I hope to endlessly
Bend this Rolls Spectre through the Florida streets
Halfway there, I could pour receipts
Streets alive keep your cannon sharp
Pad turn the whole city candle dark
The Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke
Leave you struggling with the banshee walk
Streets alive keep your cannon sharp
Pad turn the whole city candle dark
The Vandal hold a stick like Stanley Clarke
Leave you struggling with the banshee walk
Written by: Erik Vincent Stephens, Justin Dante Cross
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