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[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] |
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(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 |
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[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] |
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(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 |
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[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] |
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<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 |
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[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] |
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(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] |
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[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: ? (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 |
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[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] |
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(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] |
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[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] |
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[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] |
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[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] |
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