- Afu-Ra Lyrical Monster 歌詞
- Afu-Ra
- Pure microphone magic
Carving up mcs, straight up torch their weak embellishments Getting it Put it on Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow Yeah Perverted Monk high chief [Afu-Ra] Life Force moving swiftly Pitch forks steady miss me My renaissance, my brothers light eclipse me My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets *** * that turn the other cheek Unless you squeeze a peach No parental advisory, so no need for the bleeps No comin in my crib unless you wipin your feet I hit the street, I feel good plus complete A lotta hot rappers aint nothing without their beat Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw When I was sixteen, thats when I used to rip for it Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick Watchin my ass, and yo I learnt quick Im nifty, ****fty with my dirt, G Doing my thing, put in work, aint nothing hurt me I bring it from front to back, white to black Shoe to hat, use clues Im doin that Rhyme skills the ****st, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, you do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the ****st, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang Monumental, thoughts flowing sequential The quintessential mental, tapping into My focus, take it round like a rental And if I have to cut you with my gonzo Im like a warless sword, Im digging into Like you can joust defence So many strokes and slashes let off You aint got not fingerprints Carve you up with my Rambo, ammo Looking like leather-face, trippin on the dance floor Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, B It aint about talent, its all about the currency My magna opus, addicted plus the ****st Maybe Ill write a line and fara canna quote this They got status but cant work the apparatus How could a project sell millions Talking bout millions, when half their buyers aint seen a thousand Rhyme skills the ****st, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the ****st, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang Times is kinda critical, thats why I gotta keep it lyrical Simple and plain, cos I dont wanna riddle you Im tryin to black out, cos Ill blow your back out Pullin my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out With my dreads out, an I aint no type of boy scout Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count Got so many names, that I cant even count Lets see: Paisley , 5th Thaing, Mr How, Dr Intergalactic My other names is under the mattress Now you can get your grades pissed on After your bodys been buried From trying to get your diss on Wax off, wax on My calm is bringin a storm, from the night until the early morn I got so many styles, forget the grape with wine Life Force on the mic, an bout to put it on Takin you ass away like I was Kogon Rhyme skills the ****st, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing , do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the ****st, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang
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