Accuse La Banks

Accuse La Banks

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Hip-hop, hard core, rap, gangster, r&b

Biography


Accuse La Banks is a composer,music producer and a performing artist. His current album "Apache Papa 2.1" contains 8 tracks in styles "Old school" Hip-hop and R&B. He just finished working on his new album "Apache Papa 2.2" which is a 14 tracks album in the same aforementioned styles, and the completion of Apache Papa as an album concept. Since way back then, early 90-ties, Accuse La Banks has been performing at hip-hop festivals and clubs before releasing his first album in 1996. In the year 2000 he established his own record label "Accuse La Banks Records" and started his career as a music producer. Influenced by God and men he always! says.
He's a member of "PROPHON"(Association of music producers), an EEPRC member. And a member of "MUSICAUTOR"(cisac).

My current album "APACHE PAPA 2.1(part scandal) is available on and iTUNES

One love!

Lyrics

Feel me (o. version)

Written By: Accuse La Banks

Feel Me--Accuse La Banks

Chorus

Feel me feel me, all my real niggaz
I got my deep shit rollin’ on
Feel me feel me, all my street bitches
I got my freak shit goin’ on

Rap 1

My finger’s on the trigger, bad news
My finger’s on the trigger, crime stories
My finger’s on the trigger, gangster tale
My finger’s on the trigger, yo smell the gun smoke
As I gun tote, niggaz on my gun row
As I count tolls, the bodies of all my foes
As I’m gun fucking, all the fuckin’ hell hoes
I got the neighborhood under control
Dig me or diss me, Han! As I explode
Shooting any ass-hole, better be dead known
It’s a row call, on all of da so-called
Da don’s presiding over the soul cuts

Chorus

Feel me feel me, all my real niggaz
I got my deep shit rollin’ on
Feel me feel me, all my street bitches
I got my freak shit goin’ on

Rap 2

When the Don cokes, you know it’s a hard coke
When the Don smokes, you know it’s a hard smoke
When the Don rolls, you know it’s a hard roll
Fuck up, and find ya self with bullet holes
I’m head slicing, build like mo! Fucker
The body layer, call me the undertaker
Yeah it’s true, we say, ‘Dow shall not kill’
But what about the fuckers that want us all killed
I keep an eye on suckers playing silly games
Like a cat, watches a bird in a bird cage
You’ve gotta be careful like a pregnant lady
Rollin’ on ice skate, it might be a may day

Chorus

Feel me feel me, all my real niggaz
I got my deep shit rollin’ on
Feel me feel me, all my street bitches
I got my freak shit goin’ on

Rap 3

When I strip off, it’s a must to see curves
Mama strip off, as I hip the shit up
Party’s going down and it’s blaring like warfare
Accuse in da house, yeah I’m right here
I turn the level up, men! Pipe flaming on
Mo! Fucker keep talking like an enemy
You might end up loosing ya whole families
Never heard of me, check the databases
Forging life from ruin, I’m back to rock places
Street procedures, better watch me closely
Yeah, whenever the music get me crazy
I’ll be coming back to make ya’ll crazy

Chorus

Feel me feel me, all my real niggaz
I got my deep shit rollin’ on
Feel me feel me, all my street bitches
I got my freak shit goin’ on

My system is on

Written By: Accuse La Banks

My system is on--Accuse La Banks

Intro

Da pussy up!
What’s up bitch, I wanna fuck that pussy up
Yeah, yeah fuck that pussy up, what?
What’s up bitch, I wanna fuck that pussy up

Chorus

Is it right to let you know ------ Da pussy up!
Is it wrong for you to know what’s up bitch I wanna fuck that pussy up
Baby my, baby my, system is on yeah, yeah fuck that pussy up
I think is right to let you know what’s up bitch I wanna fuck that pussy up
‘Bout the way I feel for you yeah, yeah fuck that pussy up
Baby I’m, baby I’m, I’m in love what’s up bitch I wanna fuck that pussy up

Rap 1

Yeah,
Sex appeal, my whole body system is on, Han!
You damn crazy cool baby, come on!
Never met a mama with such a dim look
With ass saying romance me, romance me
Words ain’t enough to show you what I mean
When I think about the ways I wanna flip it
Baby my--Baby come,
Baby my--To make you cum,
System is on--yeah, yeah I wanna fuck that pussy up

Chorus

Rap 2

Yeah,
It feels good to find a freak like you boo
‘Cos just a freak like you, can make me feel cool
Bitch, you know how you got me turned on
I’ve been chilling, all along for ya, come on
Wanna treat that ass like a jungle fever
Like a crazy horse, wanna ride you to a coma
Baby my--Baby come,
Baby my--To make you cum,
System is on--yeah, yeah I wanna fuck that pussy up

Chorus

Rap 3

Yeah,
Always thought, that I can never fall in love
But when I saw you ma, ya ass proved me wrong
Wanna get freaky, with that sexy body
Wanna make you scream like that, feel the daddy
The thought of smoking you kind of got me
Come on, don’t leave me on, give it to me
Baby my--Baby come,
Baby my--To make you cum,
System is on--yeah, yeah I wanna fuck that pussy up

Chorus

Last talk

Ha! Ha! What’s up yo!
Accuse La Banks baby you know what I’m sayin’ Han!
It’s about time to start droppin’ like a mo! fucker
Yeah, this one is for all the neighborhood mamas
You know what I mean
This one is dedicated to all the home boys and home girls out there
Holler, yeah, yeah.

Approach me carefully

Written By: Accuse La Banks

Approach me carefully—Accuse La Banks

Chorus

Approach me carefully
War! War! War! War!
Mo! fuckers approach me carefully
War! War! War! War!

Rap 1

It takes a lot of stamina to stay focus
Enemies swarming over me like locust
I battle to wiggle through hold ups
Shit! Tested to the breaking point
But somehow I broke the evil deadlock
Overcome all odds, I thank Oh Lord
For giving me reason to smile
These mo! Fuckers wanna see, tears in my eyes
To all the so called friends and families
Sons of bitches ain’t nothin’ but enemies
I put my life on the line for these fuckers!
All I get is back stab from these suckers!
Father fuck you all mo! fuckers

Chorus

Rap 2

I’m half high now, but I’m still smoking
In meditation chamber, I’m scoping
Plotting payback, Lord I ain’t joking
With deadly grin, damn I’m cold coding
Rebel’s gonna return fire
The life of hide and seek is gonna be ya nightmare
I ain’t letting ya having ya way with me
They complaining, that I walk too proud
Mo! Fuckers that’s sex appeal
They can’t stand it ‘cos I’ve got extra skills
So they wanna ruin all that I believe in
Damn! You all Mo! fuckers
I ma’ wave through ya’ll like seismic, yeah

Chorus

Rap 3

I’m going out, just to make more enemies
No more friends better make more enemies
Suckers wanna put me where they want me
I see grave yards for these dummies
You think you’re a fucker, you think you know shit
You’ve not seen it all until you’ve seen me
I ma’ drag you into a war that you can’t win
Watching you getting fucked up from the entrance
Find out, try step near me
Yeah, from asterisks to asterisks
By the time ya’ll start bending
I ma’ be the only nigga still standing
No matter how the game is demanding, yeah

Chorus

Your days are numbered

Written By: Accuse La Banks

Your days are numbered--by Accuse La Banks

Chorus

To all you fuckers
Your days are numbered
To all you suckers
Your days are numbered
I’m coming after you
Your days are numbered
I’m coming to burn you down
Your days are numbered

Rap 1
Yeah, I drop Accuse for all you suckers
I drop La Banks for all you mo! fuckers
Considered me a threat, now what you gonna do
‘Cos I’m here and unstoppable
Yeah something ominous is on the loose
Ever since I was out of my mama’s womb
Mo! fuckers wanna cuff my moves
But with prayer, I always get my move
Now I’ve cooked something, Crazy! Crazy!
Who’s that fucker who wanna waylay me
To the left, to the right and to the center
Hear my war cry, I’ve come just to massacre

Chorus

Rap 2

I’m coming live and direct to have a nice time
I’ve been thinking about the trip for such a long time
‘Cos there are some kinds of human errors
That even fate, regards as stupid flaws
So like Socrates I have to plan my war
Double check on all the chances and all the odds
So when I get my move on I can’t be stopped
Folks, that’s why I’m a little late
But now, I’ve stepped right inside
To turn insiders into intruders
Sound the trumpet, wave the war flag
Accuse is about to smoke ya ass

Chorus

Rap 3

Yeah, the king of games, they used to say
Han! Is still the game of the kings
And since God is the king of all kings
You can’t play me since you can’t play God
And I know that God doesn’t sell out
So he won’t sell me out to you suckers
So I choose to play my game by God’s rules
And always winning, because I’m God’s dude
Now I’m establishing supremacy
Against all odds, gaddemit!
Detonating wax like Van damn-it
Oh! No! Mo! fuckers shit is pending

Chorus

What can I say

Written By: Accuse La Banks


Accuse La Banks
Apache Papa 2.2

What can I say?
Music, lyrics & arrangement by Accuse La Banks

Chorus
Baby you know you got me going daisy all night long
It’s like that yo!
Darling baby what can I say your love is crazy
Uuh! You got me wanting ya!

Rap 1
I tried to take a look at life from the other side
To pinpoint what I’m lacking inside
Adorable thing, in all opinions
Of the nature of love known by millions
Is the only freaky thing that shakes the strong
To simply put you left me no choice
Baby doll, my love is all yours
You’re the blazing drug for nervousness
The fitting remedy for my illness
I’m counting on ya sense of judgment
Please don’t let my love pass you by
Hear me out, wanna fill your days with lullaby

Chorus

Rap 2
I ain’t just another smooth talking player
With sleekly tongues trying to brain wash ya
Don’t be alarmed, baby come near
Yeah, I’ve seen the madness, the calmness
The maturity down to the mentality
In ya eyes and lord knows I appreciate this
I wanna give ya the love, the laughter
Uncompromising joy that never falters
I wanna put ya above everything
Be the reason behind your different moods like Moses
Yeah ma!, for ya ears only
I’m dedicating this fleshy melody, yeah!

Chorus

Rap 3
No more sweet words ‘cos it’s all been spoken
It’s time for action, let’s share the passing
Yeah, hook it up, let’s get it on
Discover the word that’s yours to run
Sincerely speaking, gone are the days
Han! I used to be a night Romeo
I want ya for my life companion
Where you’ve been, that doesn’t matter
Where we gonna be, that’s the real drama
Baby doll, I’m only hoping you’re for real
I’m hoping that all my honest speeches
To the right chick that I’m preaching

Chorus

Get up

Written By: Accuse La Banks

Get up --Accuse La Banks

Intro

Yeah, what’s up ya all?
Accuse La Banks baby in da house you know
This is how I wanna jump ya all on this one
Get up! Get up!

Chorus

Watching how you do it -- Get up!
Watching how you move it
Watching how you groove it
Got my eyes on you

Rap 1

Yeah,
When I say get up, mo! fuckers hit da floor
Like grasshopper momi hip it up
Accuse is here to set it off
Who says smokin’ dope is somethin’ odd
Han! The alkaloid is a friend of yours
Yeah, when the atmosphere is smoked up
Niggaz know, that’s when da hit is on
Soldiers don’t stay down you don’t belong there
Get the fuck up, swing is in da air
Yeah, just keep poppin’ it
Snap ya fingers, just keep bobbin’ it
It’s ya dance floor, come on keep on rockin’ it

Chorus

Rap 2

Yeah,
Mo! Fuckers do you believe that I’m still alive?
After all this years, I’m still alive!
We’ve been playin’ hide and seek for a while now
And you suckers been tryin’ to catch me
Oh! Uh! No! You’re not a pro’
No, you’re not a pro’, you cannot roll
You can’t come close to this commando
My shit is hard coded, you can’t decode
I’m a ganjaholic, tryin’ to stay holy
I don’t sell it, but I pop it like lolli
Tryin’ to do my shit, but these sons of bitches
Been fuckin’ around like real snitches

Chorus

Rap 3

Yeah,
I stay evergreen, evergreen with my masterpiece
Volcano eruptin’ from the abyss
Front up, and I ma’ stop ya heartbeat
Han! Disaster respect nobody
My book of history has no empty page
Ancient heavyweight, back to ride the highway
Lord knows I’m stingin’ back defensively
At those suckers who don’t wanna let me be
I’ll take down those considered as enemies
Yeah, it’s a fighter’s destiny
To all my soldiers out there who are born to fight
Get the fuck up and defy these enemies

Bridge

Get up, hip it up
Momi momi get up, Dan! Dan! Dan!
Get up, hip it up
Papi papi get up, Dan! Dan! Dan

Chorus

Apache Papa

Written By: Accuse La Banks

Accuse La Banks
Apache papa 2.2

Apache Papa
Music, lyrics & arrangement by Accuse La Banks

Chorus
I jam on (Yeah, blow da horns like Apache)
Apache papa wanna sing about it
I jam on (Yeah, blow da horns like Apache)
Apache mama won’t you sing about it

Rap 1
Hmm! The smell of war, turns me on like a psycho
My battle field scenario
Is part scandal, part hero
We can make shit happen like in rodeo
If you think, you’re a fiend for ill shows
Let’s trade, game for game, make my day
Apache papa, coming to play, let’s play
I’m lifting things, uplifting things
With bad, intentions I’m closing in
Straight from the city of gold diggers
Bootleggers, junky drug dealers
Desperado coming through the ill nigger
I protrude, body build, voice like Zeus
Any fucker stepping up is ass is due

Chorus

Rap 2
Hmm! It’s me again, that same OG!
The same G! You don’t wanna see
Over here provoking stampede
Yeah, I just came back to take back
Fucker, to take back what you own me
Some say that I’m a murderer
Well, some say that I’m an holy man
Some haters believe I won’t get far
Me the old master, Apache papa
Fuck that, now I’m the air marshal
Smoking ganja here with queen Pashal
Yeah, my name still stays heavyweight
Code name is DB, zodiac sign is Capricorn
I’ve got horns, for any fucker who wants some

Chorus

Rap 3
Yeah, any tune I drop, is a baby maker
My grooves remain a bone shaker
Since old school, I’ve been a major headache
And till now, I’m still your major headache
Emotions’ still high like first birthday
With broken fingers, I still pray on
With broken heart, I still rave on
Unquenched appetite got me steaming
You plotting shit on how to stop me?
Please, don’t risk injury
Remember you came to life screaming
If you want, I can send ya back screaming
I’m on fire, you don’t wanna fuck up
Niggaz, you don’t wanna piss me off

Chorus

I need ya

Written By: Accuse La Banks


I need ya--Accuse La Banks

Chorus

Oh! Girl, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world
Baby, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world

Verse 1

Girl all I want is to be a part of you
Momi I just wanna love you
And I promise I’ll be true
Hey! Hey! Hey! Love! I’m taking on this gamble
I’m throwing caution to the wind
That much you got me open
I can change my mind about anything you do
But I cannot change my mind about loving you

Chorus

Oh! Girl, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world
Baby, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world

Verse 2

Girl in only you, I’ve got the joy that I need
I bless the day I found thee
Without you my world stands still
Time and time I take a look at your profile
I always love what I see
The thrill I get is pure bliss
I can change my mind about anything you do
But I cannot change my mind about loving you

Chorus

Oh! Girl, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world
Baby, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world

Bridge

Heaven knows I’m truly down for whatever with you
Heaven knows I cannot change my mind about loving you (2x)

Chorus

Oh! Girl, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world
Baby, oh I need ya on my way
I need ya in my life
Girl I need ya in my world

Discography

Get up,
My system is on
Feel me
Your days are numbered
Approach me carefully
Your days are numbered
Feel me-China mix

Set List

My current album "APACHE PAPA 2.1(part scandal)
8 track album is available on and iTUNES

New album "Apache Papa 2.2", 14 tracks album is out now.
Genre: Hip hop, hardcore, gangster, r&b