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Banshee Walk
446
On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Banshee Walk was released on July 25, 2025 by Escapism as a part of the album Funeral For A Dream
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelEscapism
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

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

Lyrics

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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