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Afu-Ra - All That lyrics
[afu-ra] You know i'm like a hop, skip and jump from slappin you senseless Perverted monk on this mic, you feel the sentence Hot vernacular scorch just like incense I'm intense, shit vibin like a sixth sense Lyrics mutilated like x-men Shower ya, devour ya, technique algebra Smoothness, movements, hallooed in the matrix Fist held high, i raise it up to the ancients Insightfully clear to you, how a master do Roll with the high and mighty flow tai chi Quench ya thirst, but first my journal high seas Lyrical, mathematical, razzle and dazzle you East new york, street talk, step with a better game Hydrate rhymes like i was gatorade Rockin a name, tappin your brain With the sugar shane mosley doin it like it's supposed to be [chorus 2x: afu-ra] They think they all that, steppin on them like they were doormats We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks Heatin it up steadily, so heavenly Straight up and down, streets bouncin off the melody [krumbsnatcha] Avoid the devil's army, they want to harm me Salute to the gulliani, crack babies, and zombies Parkin lots, and drug spots, in the pots are coke rocks A million in the building, buildings protected by more blocks Young childs, ghost smiles, money clips colored vials Stash fifty, in the world of bird city the warranters Send the foreigners the coroners A mess no vest multiplied wounds on chest Invest in free markets, cream cheese and pockets Three keys to a promise, stash keys in compartments Desert eagle my targets, hit ya lease i spark ti We get the drop on ya spot, make it hot and unlock it Firearms make fireworks, i wonder where lies lurk We bloodied up your shirt, all you saw was the fire spark I'm one of too many, who get amped off henny Puttin cowards in cemeteries, kill willies for pennies [chorus 2x] [hannibal stax] Sex, butchery meat rack material, superior Crank that shit amplify the whole scenario Off the level live or in stereo Young hustle to stay ahead of step From where your best bet is to rep yours, repetitiously Cuz this veteran will thrash to wreck yours, repetitiously If ever you get at me on some bullshit, flash quick Exactly who the fuck i got pull with Autographed it for big number one with a bullet Expressin black glove love hood it down, how i put it down This style ain't never been shit to me, why would it now? I come forth with gun smoke, no petty read ya bound by honor That i merk you in the hunt for a dollar Alive on the strength of power u Divine karma, allah's armor see you keep fraudulatin I'll sick my wolves in your basement, with loaded shell casings [chorus 2x] |
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