Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005) by Afu-Ra (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Afu-Ra]
Yo, I'm straight rockin' it
Hit the block with it, chessboxing it
If I can't shoot it, I ox it
And I'm reppin' for Brooklyn, tools in my rocket
Broke right outta my cage, I'm gonna rock it
Ooh, that's how I spit, chill, yo I got this
I bust a move, one-two, shell shocking it
Put words together, make you stacking it, tackle it
I'm well endowed, and my flows quite accurate
I pull rabbits out my hat on some magic ish
Presto change-o, I do my thing, yo
Three sixty spin into Dr. Strange, yo
Wa-da-da-deng, wa-da-da-da-da-deng yo
Fuck gaming, and the gamer who spittin flames yo
I do this for my people whose minds in them chains yo
So everybody that's really to roll, get ready to eat
Because I'm cooking on this track yo

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]
"I said hey hey hey hey"
You know I be the god of the rap, the couldn't hold me back"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea"
I'm burning that purple, dog, you want some of that?
"I said hey hey hey hey"
Wanna murder these tracks, the god, know how to act
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea"
I'm bout to rep with skills, hold on, they couldn't hold me back

[Hook: Afu-Ra]
I gotta be, all I can be
No matter what nobody wants from me
I gotta be, all I can
No matter what nobody wants from me
I had a revelation
To speak my mind with a good vibration
Aiy, don't matter what you saying
I'm hardcore with my rap and I ain't playing
I get around, get around, get around
Uh-huh, a force untold with so much soul
A twenty four karat heart of gold
I get around, get around, I get around
Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock yo town
Listen to the way that I scream it now

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
Wanna run up? Put the smackdown, crack down
On the track now, matter fact, it's a fact now
Million stops, earthquakes from the beats, move the streets
I got the treats and it's a rap now
My sex is engulfed in a small pack of pow wow
I weigh the crowd for having a sound
That astounds the pounds, of leading to the track to the ground
And surround clowns with more color in they faces
In any circus in any town, uptown, downtown
Straight up and down, holler at the moon, now
Straight bring it to your face, kid
Blind ya like the police, sprayin' that mace, kid
I get around, get around, get around
Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock ya town
Listen to the way that I scream it now

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Chorus]

(feat. Royce Da 5'9")

[Afu-Ra]
Show me, which one of y'all is bold
Which one of y'all wanna roll
It just too many rocks in the road
Worldwide my crash staff like a hustla
And I'm flying in the planes, reading Hustler
Word life, it's all about the game
It's all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya name
Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same
And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain
My love for the music, is all that I got
It's like, cooking a meal, the one ingredient in the pot
I got my hands on a life long bundle
Since '93, I've been working up in the jungle
I never clock out, I gotta finish my bundle
All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yup
Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yup
Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I live for this music, die for this music
I'm why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up
Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down
Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for
Standard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptable
I show you how to collect you alot of decimals
I'm a walking acronym, rollin' so faster
O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters
Oh my, N.E., I did it with No En'emy
In the SS, mighty looking so slim
S.G.'s; Shootin' Guns like a soldier
While you looking so grimm, folk, fold
Go off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., nigga
Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo Bitch
Cuz, she I need, five for the a-side
The b-side; three, you see how it be
Rappin' 'em acronym's, backin' 'em backwards
Rappers up to the wall, clap 'em up, kill 'em all
Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up
Ship it out, bring the buzzin' out, that's what this
shit about

[Afu-Ra]
Whatever's clever, I guess it's back to the basics
I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix
My mind's stick stone, lyrics to build an empire
And how to capitalize, on the entire
Roll for dollars and cents, it's fucked up
I do this for money, but if I didn't, I be hungry
And like I said, music's all that I got
And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock
I'm proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot
Realize it's coming, from the way a brother voice drop
Now I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the stars
Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far
And all I know, I'm coming from a culture
Life without independence, is like a torture, yup
Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupu
Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on

[Afu-Ra]
Back in the days, I never snatched pocket books
I just snatch ya mind up with the flow and the hook
That's right, be on alert, coming faster
Corny mc's, body snatcher with the rapture
Dismember ya body, like I was a raptor
Tuck ya eyes out, so you can't see my laughter
Don't care how many gold and platinum plaques you got
I put my foot in your ass, up in the spot
A beast break necks, that's right, you couldn't sit through
I'm bone crushing on the mic like a pitbull
Foamin' at the mouth, ferocious, to start again
Rockin' hardbody cardigen, with the timberlands
P.F. drop the beat, Afu drop the grammar
Was swift with the gift, old school like cold bangers
The five mic slangin', head bangin', chitty chitty bang bangin'
Name your whole rap crew, like I'm gang bangin'

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]
You ain't no gangsta rapper, you'se an amateur
I seen you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya
You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you just a poser
I grab the mic and do it like it's supposed ta'
You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you just a wanksta
I schooled you back in the days, you just a prankster
You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur
I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya

[Afu-Ra]
Am I brothers keeper? Don't get swept beneath the rug
Stomp these posers out, like they water bugs
Tired of these rappers, with these ice mugs
Clamining that they spitting slugs, but they spitting duds
Tired of these fake thugs, that's lighter than feathers
With all that nonsense, they puttin together, screaming murder murder
I thought they would of learned from Biggie and 2Pac
That you can bring to life, what you spittin' in your art
You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you'se a wanksta
I schooled you back in the days, you just a pranksta
You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur
I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya
It's Mr. Spectacular, tacular
Bout to swat that ass out the sky like he gammara
The flex of ego, on your little pedestool
In front of your people, now what you wanna do?

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
You can't stop this hard rock, rock, ready to rock this
I got lyrical ability, to bring ya hot shit
I swat so many cats, it's raining birds
Cause I'm cold as ice, forget the ice in ya watch, kid
Spit more flames than the back of a rocket
Mic check, one-two, linin' up my targets
I be the mad man in front of the cam
That be stealing ya fans, yup, up on the red carpet
Make more connections than Nextel, ring the bell
On first connection, make ya fucking lips swell
Make more noise than a terrorist attack
I'm dangerous like anthrax, my voice burn up the wax
Against the way, I put my self up on the map
I'm a dope MC, I put the squeeze on the dope tracks
Body care free, on the dope tracks
A hundred round banana clip, leave you where you at

[Chorus]

(feat. Masta Killa)

[Chorus x2]
Become gangsta (murderer)
Pick up a toolie out the area (murderer)
Become gangsta (murderer)
Still livin' like dat, dat, dat

[Afu-Ra]
First and foremost, I be the funneling punishing
Lyrical acrobat, whose quite astonishing
Solar stance on the track, mentals to try me
I snatch your heart right out your chest like Priest Pai Mei

[Masta Killa]
Free from the Killa Bee, who is this I.T.T
With enough cheese, from the city where they rip the beast
With techniques, he seek, build or destroy
White toe on his tag, snatch his flag

[Afu-Ra]
Ref techniques, from the force of the transcontinental
Monumental, snatch your soul or your mental
Diamond mic splittin', that's right, the unforgiven
Flying guillotine, rip my raps, where the Killa's at?

[Masta Killa]
We straight out the basement
Double shotgun, left his brains on the pavement
Tasted, the cement ear, he smell it when it's deep
You know when to tuck your heat
And start creep, through the streets with the

[Chorus x2]

[Masta Killa]
I get wicked when I spit it, see the picket signs
Lines of people, they wanna hear it
The dart with the eye in kamosi
Special guest star, Jamel Irief, Afu-Ra
Exhibition, mic spar, for the televised fans
Across the nations, so steal at ten bases
Spin around scratching his crown, gun down
Another sound boy for dead, step in the chamber
Something like Thrilla Manilla, but it's iller

[Afu-Ra]
It's been a long time, stunnin' and gunnin', let's make it simple
Fifty strikes, light up the mic, make it official
Live your lessons, don't bring your hood up in the temple
Masterin' styles, the spinning kicks and the tripped out physic
Perverted Monks, shining the light, y'all be holding this
My art of design, is silver surf through the cosmo's
I lightsabe my ways, so my flow's can float
My quest for this zest, so yes, to be the rhyme most

[Chorus x2]

[Masta Killa]
No man, no army can calm me, if he cross
He just lost a bet of his life, sent the wrong kite
Watch it where you moving at night, but either way
In the day, you still pray, any way you lay your head

[Afu-Ra]
Super kinetic and magnetic, who ready to set it
One with the sun, now tell my mind to take control of the planets
Blazed with the heat behind stars, that's ultraviolet
I'm ready to ride hardcore, just like my style is
Press the venacular, of the highest stature
My lyrical dycatomy - spectacular
Blum-blum, give it to 'em raw
Listen to the brothers who get rugged and raw

[Afu-Ra]
I'm a problem child, I'm my own worst enemy
No matter happens in life, precise and nothing scares me
Even the bombs is exploding all around me
I be the type of man, who stand his ground, firmly
I'm compulsive, psychotic in the mental
A walking fear factor, seven thirty, it's that simple
I've been exposed, to a universe of negative fall out
The fact that I move on nothing, it makes me wanna call out
Instead, I put vocals to the beats and get it popping
The harm glare right thru the track, I feel like rocking
But back to the program, damn
My evil and is, taking over like I'm sinking in some quicksand
Really I feel like going up in a blaze, hot damn!
I'm a cross of Jack the Ripper and the Son of Sam
It's like I'm living five lives and of five guys
With five million ways to bust heads, so forgive my slide

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]
I said yo, yo, do you wanna rumble?
Come and rumble with me.....
I've been working out these problems in my mind

[Afu-Ra]
Imagine yourself freefalling, falling and falling
A thousand stories, after diggin' some stars in scrolls
That's how I feel, 24 hours a day
From Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, and even on Saturday, it's like I'm trapped in a box
Uh-huh, going to war with myself
So I can't stop thinking about killing myself
So I do what I do, to do what I do, to break the rules
Only form of therapy is to spit it for you
Carasmatically drastic with this rap shit
Thoughts are falling off, but send them back like elastic
Get the politic sorrows in the music game
I'm trynna make sense of corruption my brain
I hope this part of my life, don't want war with my seeds
Mascaration of pornos, wrapped in best flame
The little things, that's gon' drive me insane

[Chorus x2]

[Afu-Ra]
I'm in hell, raised in lyrically blazing
To make a long story short, I'm half man, half amazing
Sometimes I don't know whether I'm coming or going
So I dive head first into the track, and keep flowing and flowing
My hearts on my sleeve, my loves growing and growing
That's how I like, from the music I make rumble
From the forty come licks, that's right I watch 'em crumble
Survival of the fittest, this business means business
Gotta say what I mean, gotta handle to my business
I'm one soldier fighting against a whole army
I'm little with bullets, yeah and none of them harming
My third eye, six stones, the eyes on the prize
Going from knowledge, from build the wise
And if I ain't succesful
In the back of my mind, I gotta wonder why
I keep my nose, yeah, fit to the grindstone
Going and showing and growing top of these fucking poems

[Chorus x4]

<i>Chorus:</i>
Tell my why, why you wanna cry

<i>Gentleman:</i>
Nobody's crying out for justice
and everyone is crying out for peace
mankind overstand please, a hungry man is an angry man
and the war will never cease militous power struggle
make a whole a dem a freeze ya
and you a mister scripe and mister pharisees
can you show some love and put your mind at ease
say dem bow down to them flame like a beast them cant tame
and now you stand alone in a de rain

<i>Afu-Ra:</i>
All over the world, too much is too much
And I done been all over the globe, n yo, you know enough is enough
Many families going to bed without a decent meal in they table
Babies crying with these swollen bellies
And they can't help themselves, they need the world to hear me
It's fucked up, the population's mind shackled up
By some are mesmerized by a fucking pimp cup
With the zillionaire big time ballers
Every where in the world, put five in the bum's cup
And I ain't trynna scape-goat the power structure
Cause the powers structure's, heading for destruction
Matter of fact, yo it was built on destruction
I'm trynna look into the eyes of my brothers
Each one, teach one, we are all brothers
Get ya weight up, the situation ain't going nowhere
I can rhyme it til I'm blue in the face, who in the world cares

<i>Chorus</i>

<i>Gentleman:</i>
It a run red out de
everyday another innocent dead out de
more wickedness the whole a dem spread out de
and the ghetto youth a try and try and them cant find no bread out de
people upset out de
politician nowadays na show regret out de
cuz things dem a do we should reject out de
but instead of that
nobody never fling a stone a flatten ghetto de

<i>Afu-Ra:</i>
We praise a spiritual vibe, to bring a state of unity
Mash the playa haters out in the community
And global genocide's, Babylon's comodity
While selficiousness, plagues the mind of humanity
With media and propaganda, causing insanity
And self indulgence tastin sweeter than candy
We got women, plus the men hypnotized by vanity
Understand, one race, one family

<i>Gentleman:</i>
You wanna be tender
but you got to be tough
becuz the food that you eat
look like it not enough
and you want to be real
but you got to be rough
and the whole time ya pray for a blessing from above boom
mutton n booze mashin handcuff
working for de system the goods you a crush
and better you go cool and not fight the rush
them step on your toe and not even say hush

<i>Chorus</i>

<i>Gentleman:</i>
Nobody's crying out for justice
and everyone is crying out for peace
mankind overstand please, a hungry man is a angry man
so the war will never cease militous power struggle
make a whole a dem a freeze ya
and you a mister scripe and mister Pharisees
can you show some love and put your mind at ease
say them a bow down to them flame like a beast them cant tame
and now you stand alone in a de rain

[Afu-Ra]
Cradled in the womb of the metropolis, dodging hell swarm
Vision of going to heaven, nothing can stop this
Although I'm optimistic, balance it with being realistic
Is paradise is part of the plan, or scribbled in some book and shit
It all goes down as rain drops on my neighborhood, I love my hood
And motherfucker this ain't good, crackheads selling dope to dope heads
On blocks that's rented by house niggaz
That's all getting rich off of the bloodshed
And as I experience, none the lesser, and it's high
And it's high as I got off of the reefers
The balance levels of horror, yo, ain't never disappear

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]]
I know, you know
It's like we livin' in hell in the ghetto
I know, you know
Babies is dying in the ghetto
I know, you know
Mothers are crying in the ghetto
I know, you know
It's like we livin' in hell in the ghetto
I know, you know
Like that, like that, like that, like that

[Afu-Ra]
I put the pedal to the metal, heavy metal in the ghetto
I ain't got to raise it, cause hell is the grimey ghetto
I guess that's the catalist for so many fantasies
We can fantasize and happen to be surrounded by misery
The daughters and sisters, the little bitties
Princess inside ya beautiful
But mommy can't afford the sparkles and dresses
As a matter of fact, kids around here
Need to be walking with a vest on
Cause the quietest streets around here, can be a war zone
And I'm in such disgust, cause the police
Instead of protectin and serving, they serving us
They brutalizin' and battering, as a matter of fact
They play ghetto, officers, I see them laughing
Trynna pick up girls in uniform
Hanging out them college dorms, we need some inform
Why is he a ghetto? cause society divided by nothing, but money, hello

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
From city to city, all over the globe
So many poverty stricken lives, the facts'll make ya heads explode
Cities and families, all over, global over load
From Brownsville to Russia, through Somalia through Croatia
Lyrics are live, fight to survive, it's a horror ride
Demons coming for your hide, but there's no where to run
Straight up, and there's no where to hide
Guess what, cause negative situation is winning by a landslide
And if you living this life, there's the worst schools
And the worst doctors, guess what? Society got ya

[Chorus]

(feat. Lady Blue, Q)

[Chorus: Lady Blue (Q)]
I'm sorry, look what they done to me (oh)
Left my love behind, to suit their fantasies
I'm dying, why won't they just let me be (oh)
I once was carefree, now I'm all so lonely
(Baby, don't leave)

[Afu-Ra]
I'm loving everything about you
Mad, cause everybody only wanna use you
Physically and mentally abuse you
Misuse you, and can't even console you
They only wanna get you dirty, treat you gully
Get ya bloody, uh-huh, it's not funny
Rappers bring ugly, straight to you
But baby girl, I'm on my knees, cause I love you
I'm loving everything about you
Inside outside, that's right, in every molecule
Forget the money, forget the crystal
Princess to a queen, that's right, I wanna see you smile
I'm loving everything about you, boo
I'm loving everything about you, true
I'm loving everything about you
Pure love I spit, that's right, look what I bring to you
I'm loving everything about you

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
I'm sorry for your mistreatments
Frankly, I know you been mistreated
Fake prophets, false off our favors of filthyness
It's sillyness, with no love for the culture
Trynna get rich, yeah, it really makes me nautious
They're the reason, some women, they have abortions
Hip hop, you was my very first girlfriend
I focused to spit it right, my songs are an offering
Knowledge first, over beats, producers are sampling
Myself and creations, on the line as I offer in
It's kinda sad, that the toxins are smothering
Youth in the hood, poisoned by instant messages
Materialism, barbarianism, all types of isms
And schisms, by tainted vision
I watched you grow from a seed into a forest
I watered you and watered you, but your flowers are dying

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
I'm loving everything about you
Mad cause everybody only wanna use you
I admit I used you, but together
We have family, my album's in your love
I'm loving your music beautifully
I feel you slippin' away
Come here girl, uh-uh, can't have my love gone
It's like En Vogue, I guess I gotta 'hold on'
I wanna drop it for the cause, I know you righteous
Spit something from the heart, help clean up the virus
Decapitate ferocious, peg leg rap pirates
They only flowing now, cause the dough flowing now
Who, what, when, why, where and how
I'm sorry baby, that you've been used and abused
And served like hell, some they say I'm a tattle tale
If that when I see wrong done to you, you know I got to tell
Tell, tell, tell, tell

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
I put my ears to the streets, and got hostile
A-F-U, I'ma show you my style
All the ladies get buck, and show me your style
You wanna ride with king of the rodeo
My style will play your globe, it's like audio
Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
I be the type of cat, with a flow that can gat
Bust a shot for my niggaz, holla, where ya at
East coast, that's right, get it crunk
Get drunk, that's right world, don't get it fucked up
I'm on the course, I will change the game
I'm dropping into the main frame, to be a stain and remain
And I'm bound to be a link in the chain
I'm hotter than a smoking barrel, yo
Or dress like little shorty, when she got her period
Yea, don, word is bond, I gotta flow

[Chorus:&nbsp;? (Afu-Ra)]
The rawest nigga, to ever spit it
(Brooklyn, represent, yeah my people gonna feel this)
The rawest nigga, that ever spit it
(Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guestlist)
The rawest nigga, to ever spit it
(BK, stand up, yeah, my niggaz gonna feel this)
The realest nigga, that ever spit it
(And now I'm all around the world, you just don't wanna hear it)

[Afu-Ra]
I ain't no rap sinner, I'm a nigga spittin' toxic
Shake ya bon bon, yo, and let me rock this
To everybody, take a chill, you can't stop this
Pardon me Flex, brace ya self let me drop this
Scorch like the sun burning in the tropics
Sperm rap acts up, yup, in every topic
I be the freshest artist to hit the market
Everybody get ya body rocked by this
Whether outside or inside, nothing can stop my ride
I hit the charts up, like I hit a drive by
When my voice and the track collide
Yo, I take ya legs out like ya stepped on a land mine
Nine times nine, that's how many styles I got for this rhyme
And I'ma hit ya with a punch line
Clap back, it go clap back
And If I got to, yo, I'm ready for war, ready to bust back

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizephrenic rapist
Every album banks in a box, like it's Christmas
What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss
The mix of this odyssey shit, and plenty presidents
You represent, I represent, yo dog
I'm all about the beats, and the rhyming and shit
I can flow all day or flow all night
And each one of my verses, could be used as a night light
I let the vibrations, venacular
Scoop up a chase for cakes, like a spatula
Now that I captured that, I got ya gasping for
More the same thing, that's what you ask me for
Verbal debris, wash the shorelines
Globally, I'm respected worldwide lyrically
I got more bounce than bounce
And I ain't trynna make ya bounce
I'm just trynna show you what I'm about

[Chorus]

[Hook x4: Afu-Ra]
Yup, spread out, but wait
I'm on your body, yeah, yeah
We came to mash up the whole party

[Afu-Ra]
Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular
Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula
Step back, get ya neck fractured by the rapture
Get choked out to the beat, by the manufucturer
And I ain't here to laugh at ya, I'm just here to mash
Like potatoes, flush ya fucking flow down the drain yo
Let's get it on, let's get it gully, get it ugly
East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this
I'm hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound
That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town
My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors
You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces
As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb's on ya girl's face, kid
Slap the taste out ya mouth, from the Boogie Down
To the southern most tempted down south
There's six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count?

[Chorus x2: Afu-Ra]
I never fake no moves, I just my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now)

[Afu-Ra]
When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo
With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo
Que paso? I be the sharpest capolo
I ride over the ruggedest tracks, stack a Tahoe
Maybe a Bronco, or even a Durango
I MC for life, that's right, I do my thing, yo
Bang bang, yo, back 'em on the chain gang
Yo, I wanna spit it for my people, so I can let 'em know
I never ripped it, to show off that I'm nicest
My instinct, is insinc, plus it's timeless
And the light I shine, dog, is ultraviolet
A night catch a sun tan, man, where my rhyme hits
My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable
I'm light weight, but I can put you in the hospital
Hittin' up the collective, or individuals
I'm like an eighth covered in crystal, I'm gonna hit you

[Chorus x4]

[Afu-Ra]
So I'm the shit, huh? Now I'm Down like a Black Hawk
Everywhere I go, like I'm walking on the catwalk
I wax it, and tax it, I'm doing the kung fu kick
Holding my dick, like Michael Jackson
Yowser yowser yowser, the more you can bounce to count
That everybody feel the power, you know?
I step on the stage, my mic like a lightsaber
Blast through the Seran Vega, then I jump off the wall
As I take it to your face, like Vega
Now who wanna contest the champion sound?
With the crown from the underground, ready to fuckin' put it down
Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn't get with the
Lyrical elixir, I be the victor
Beyond, and bless the mic so glorious
And go 'head and dust off your rust
I leave you stiff as a statue, boy, standing in the dust

[Chorus to fade]

(feat. Jah Don, Kardinal Offishall)

[Chorus x2: Afu-Ra, Kardinal Offishall]
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah
All the pretty girls wanna wind up them way, sha-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah
See them lil' girls, buckwildin' in the place, sha-la

[Afu-Ra]
I like a chunky, badunki, mami
Word is bond, hypnotize a brother, like she was a swami, I be
All up on this dance hall, clean
I can wind up some tight, and have her spendin' her greed, come on
And face it, take it-take it down to the floor
Have her spinning her around, have her coming back for more, that's right
She fell in love with a king man, dippin' the end
The type of cat, that I can rip up the jam
I'm brand new again, a new tune again, I'm not a hooligan
Me and shorty, we enact the Blue Lagoon again
Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and don't you see
Her booty's boomin' her jeans, it's bustin' at the scene
And don't you see, shorty, yeah, you lookin' good shorty
You and me shorty, that's right, let's make a movie shorty
I know you see it shorty, damn, you kind tight, shorty
You and me, precise, that's right, we kinda right shorty

[Chorus x2]

[Jah Don]
The type that wanna battle, but they know I battle New York
They really wanna know what's up
They all set out to bank up, or they find out what's up
The New York, all sound, yes, that's us
Them girls, them type to time
We all see them, but then dey bum on the time
Baby girls, y'all free the bloodline
We all see them, but then dey bum on the time
When y'all off, and when I'm on, and then have to spend mines
Cuz each and every day, a blood can get in my way
So keep my minds in front, and don't send him my bad way
It's all about a better way, and really wanna try
I be there for you, and atleast I don't pretend, and do I try
Begin to hold it down, cuz the world is mine
So then me keep it sharp, as a dime, wow, wow
We held it tight, now, it's so tight, now

[Chorus x2]

[Kardinal Offishall]
Mr. Kardinal say, back up in it again, my friend
Yea a murderer, finish it again up to the end
Me don't play, me don't lay with them, we slangin' them
Strayin' them away from all the suckers, and no luck
It's the same ten steps, back up truckers, we high class fuckers
Girls looking real bugee, before they get stripped that's it
They come with a bag of talk, and a bag of attitude
But all I'ma trynna do is bag it up, and teach you
Dot City, where the queens in jeans stay
All of them ghettio chicks live around my movie, you know?
It ain't nothing, you cutting to a PF Cuttin'
Cuttin', then we trucking, ready to be with another suckers
Black Jay's from BK to UK
Stay the number one champion, with the girls, dun
Get it? Girls if you wit it, let me spit it in the place
What come, don't know why they waste, you know?

[Chorus x2]

[Chorus x2: Afu-Ra]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt, yea
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, and nobody get hurt

[Afu-Ra]
I'm not a bad boy, or a rude boy blood spiller
Notice how I touch the microphone like gorillas
Dressed in all white, sparking up my tire
It's Brooklyn dance y'all, that have me in a trance y'all
I slid my way, right up in a jam
Skated on the dance floor like I was Peter Pan
Put style's together, I inspired Dapper Dan
Plus I'm down with the Wu-Tang Clan
No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo
Looking for an empress, and not a ho, yo
I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out
To kick that Shogun slogan
I ordered hennessey mixed with Captain Morgan's
And made my way right to the booth, to bust a flow son

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]
And all my big body medium and slim body Chaka queens
A hip hop nigga rocking in reggae scene
Arms out, skin out, synchronized as he rock to the beat
And can you stand the heat
And can you wind your waist, without moving your feet
And if you don't like sweating, you should take a seat
Yeah yeah, I mixed it out with my homey, Robbie Gandis
Pulling a cigar from Havana, like a don dada
While lil' ma's eyein' me up in the corner
I talk to bartender, an order, two corona's
I slid on over, the way she look made me sober
Cuz I'm a smooth brother, yeah I kept my composer
We danced all night, to guess what, the drama
It couldn't be a Brooklyn dance without no drama

[Chorus x2]

[Afu-Ra]
One shot, two shot, rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat-tat
I grab the hand, and we jeted out the spot
It was a beef between a yankee boy and Jamerican
The whole crowd spreaded out in a hurry, shit
I held a taxi, and hopped up in the backseat
He told the driver, 550 Jay Street
And by the way, I'm taking you with me
Cuz I, I really really like the way you MC
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I didn't really know you like me
Now we both fixing on the party
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, but you can parle with me
Cuz that's the way I like things to be

[Chorus x2]

[Hook: Afu-Ra]
I just wanna ride with you
I just wanna ride with you
I just wanna roll with you

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]
Hey hey, hey, we light it up everyday
And always seem to go when something fresh to say
Hey hey hey, hey we light it up everyday
I'm talking what you talking, are you going my way?
Hey hey, hey, we light it up everyday
I'm talking what you talking, are you going my way?
Hey hey, hey, we light it up everyday
And always seem to come when something fresh to say

[Afu-Ra]
Look at me now, I'm on the come up, done up, what up, what up
Now we can build all night, until the sun'll come up
Have some of the raps yea, we blaze and blazin'
Til my eyes roll back in my head, I feel amazing

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]]
Hey hey, hey, we light it up everyday
I'm talking what you talking, are you going my way?
Hey hey, hey, we light it up everyday
And always seem to come when something fresh to say

[Hook: Afu-Ra]
I just wanna ride with you
I just wanna ride with you
I just wanna roll with you
And only you, I

[Afu-Ra]
That's right, purple haze, white widow, yeah, get me settled
I burn pirates in my head, hit the grittle, hello
Then talk about trees, so long, I put it in a song
Smoking a bong, like Cheech and Chong, that's right
We bubble it up, we bubbling up
And all my hydro home girls, aiyo, y'all know what's up
And all my fellas that's risen, y'all play the backwoods
Get your head right, come on, y'all know it's good

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Afu-Ra]
If you like your bats fat and your blunts real long
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on
I like my bags real fat, and my spliff's real long
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on
Don't you like your bags fat, and your spliff real long?
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on
I like my bats real thick, and my blunts real long
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on

[Chorus x2]

[Chorus x4: scratched up samples]
"Poisonous taoist!"
"Afu-Ra!"
"The body of the life force!"

[Afu-Ra]
The body of the life force, scientifical street nigga
I walk with a limp, no pimp sign, I'm an urban gorilla
Rough and rugged, plus I keep it realer than realer
Stomp these streets, I'm known as a mic killer
With vintage lines, that vintage rhyme
Black circles around rap camps, I be the lord of the rhyme
Whose the prettiest, baddest, most more, know down
G-O-D, Blackie Chan, watch me shut it down
Incredible, my credit is credibly credible
Put hoes up in the track, like heavy metal do
Cats act up, I hit 'em with the John Woo
Yo, I chop 'em up, hit 'em up, and rip 'em up
The Lion King's in town, boy, it's murder on the sound boy
So line your favorite cottage rappers to sing it
Like Keith Murray; my Def Jams, they will get in ya
I slice and dice my competition like a ninja

[Chorus x2]

[Afu-Ra]
Now let me introduce you, to the man, the myth, the mental
Influential, bi-centinial, lyrical spiritual material
Hittin' you like a literal miracle
Settin' fire to the streets, that's my ritual
Fossils of my rap book, left for anthropoligists
Show 'em how amazing the jazz, I'm blazing the hooks
Heavily heavily, intertwine with the melody
Deadly deadly, kill the tracks with my medly
Give me that mic fool, you only stuntin' and frontin'
Fluffin' and bluffin', and ain't sayin nothing, stop fronting
The way I shoot the gift, I'm sick with this
I make crowds flip, I'm a hip hop therapist
And you can do the hustle, freak ya body, bounce
But I gotta spit fire, so I'm sure to get ya every ounce
I'm worth my weight, and gold and all it's luster
Step up in the place (Woo-Hah) like I'm Busta

[Chorus x4]

[Afu-Ra]
Hold up, wait, the sounds kinda knocking
Dreaded they up in the club, let's get it poppin'
Jolting compositions as if I was a virus
One breathe to raise the dead, those try to ride this
and of course, I take it back to the hood
Afu riggedy Ra, in the hood, raw like a porno is
A wild brother but I dip like a corn fiddle
Trey eight, snubnose, type of flow, get a gun, though
I'm nasty, as we had it with this
I eat rappers, alive, as if my name was Hannibal, kid
Perverted Monk, medicating in the cut
Flying guillotine raps, aiyo, I cut shit up
Masterin' the art, technique dycatomy
Straight up yo, I'm bout to catch a body like Gotti
At home in my zone, who feel the ecstasy
Explicitly, the lyrical telepathy

[Chorus x4]