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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Intro: Afu-Ra]
Yeah, that's how I put it on, put it on That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on Yeah, that's how we put it on, put it on Watch out, how I put it on, put it on [Afu-Ra] Mother, you watered me from a seedling So I can spread through my roots, the comforter bring On the hot summer days, my shade, my ice lemonade The blistering frost, you fought to kept the chill off My chest, yeah, I guess I gotta get it off I can never remember our lights, being turned off The look in your eyes, and nurture just like the sun rise Preppin' the table, to take it to another level Open a box of tools, for dodgin' the devil My only emma's an emma, and I love her Times and tricks, as I pick up the sticks Blend 'em a mix, my mother to me, she is a gift Switch in to the middle lane, I kept one frame of mind I grew from up dirt, all at the same time Mind, over matter, for sure We live together, forever, so stay together [Chorus x2: Afu-Ra] Who, loves you better Your mother, wife or daughter That's how I put it on, put it That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on [Afu-Ra] Queen, from the first moment I saw you Thinkin' of the ways, and freaks, that didn't up on you I didn't have a clue, gravity pulled me to you Times bringin' by, guess I just flew with you That's the 1 with the 2, and I loved being glued to you My whole stories, benched, wait straight, lay for you And I wanna give it up, and say I love you to With a hun, boo, who, or buttercup, your bath with what? I'm lickin' it up, no beef? Nah, cause she don't want the drama I'm proud to lay in bed with her, under my armor If you are Nefertiti, I am an dentured farmer Self realization, to endure that time And allow us, and enjoy the blast I see the queen, with the gleam, like no other queen I write it, then spit it, so you know what I mean [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] When you pop the vagina, water in my eyes Your squirms, your wiggles, water in my eyes Every turn, every, to ta-ta-ta, tustle Movin' couples of muscles, tryin' to hurt something But the only thing seeked, is life A site for sore eyes, despite the demise I was and all, I helped them what bringin' it forth Here, two-four, I saw a vision, and said the gate was open But the mix so didn't through, to got to wheel it open Straight click the umbilical, without a syllable Trained by what, yo, man in the middle As it dump off, I let it, let it, let it bump off Now let me tell you about something, burst then jump off [Chorus x4] |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[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 'cause this veteran will thrash to wreck yours, repetitiously If ever you get at me on some bullshit, flash quick Exactly who the f**k 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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Kenny Muhammed)
[Intro: Afu-Ra] Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo The Human Orchestra Straight come to a revolution, right here Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.. [Chorus: Afu-Ra] Who got the sound you like, with the sound that's right Quick to say what, say what you like That's right, I'm turning around again Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn't breathe [Afu-Ra] Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you I fell ten stories, with the venacular Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster Find that ass layin' in a dumpster Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist Disappear, reappear, I'm smooth as cashmere In light years, and travel through the stratosphere So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee I'm gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy Gillespie, seizure's like epilepsie Homes, I'm layin' my hat, just like a gipsy I bless me, let's see, if you can test me By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee Honey, no bra's in the vecinity And I ain't tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid Me on the track - is like asexual Reproduction, something from nothing Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea Don't make me have to get the scalp and boy Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] I'm on a mission kid, like a 85th track head Fiended out in a route, that's never talked about There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold Who on a roll, gang control Surfin' the globe, out of control Ripped her up, until your toes curl I get down and wordy, you heard thee You know it's scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper Small enough to fit through a key hole And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents The infinite, holdin' your breath, it's tryin' to come quick Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be Go get the suburbans and the hurses Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses [Chorus x2] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Kenny Muhammed)
[Intro: Afu-Ra] Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo The Human Orchestra Straight come to a revolution, right here Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.. [Chorus: Afu-Ra] Who got the sound you like, with the sound that's right Quick to say what, say what you like That's right, I'm turning around again Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn't breathe [Afu-Ra] Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you I fell ten stories, with the venacular Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster Find that ass layin' in a dumpster Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist Disappear, reappear, I'm smooth as cashmere In light years, and travel through the stratosphere So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee I'm gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy Gillespie, seizure's like epilepsie Homes, I'm layin' my hat, just like a gipsy I bless me, let's see, if you can test me By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee Honey, no bra's in the vecinity And I ain't tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid Me on the track - is like asexual Reproduction, something from nothing Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea Don't make me have to get the scalp and boy Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] I'm on a mission kid, like a 85th track head Fiended out in a route, that's never talked about There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold Who on a roll, gang control Surfin' the globe, out of control Ripped her up, until your toes curl I get down and wordy, you heard thee You know it's scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper Small enough to fit through a key hole And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents The infinite, holdin' your breath, it's tryin' to come quick Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be Go get the suburbans and the hurses Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses [Chorus x2] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Kenny Muhammed)
[Intro: Afu-Ra] Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo The Human Orchestra Straight come to a revolution, right here Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.. [Chorus: Afu-Ra] Who got the sound you like, with the sound that's right Quick to say what, say what you like That's right, I'm turning around again Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn't breathe [Afu-Ra] Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you I fell ten stories, with the venacular Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster Find that ass layin' in a dumpster Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist Disappear, reappear, I'm smooth as cashmere In light years, and travel through the stratosphere So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee I'm gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy Gillespie, seizure's like epilepsie Homes, I'm layin' my hat, just like a gipsy I bless me, let's see, if you can test me By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee Honey, no bra's in the vecinity And I ain't tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid Me on the track - is like asexual Reproduction, something from nothing Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea Don't make me have to get the scalp and boy Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] I'm on a mission kid, like a 85th track head Fiended out in a route, that's never talked about There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold Who on a roll, gang control Surfin' the globe, out of control Ripped her up, until your toes curl I get down and wordy, you heard thee You know it's scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper Small enough to fit through a key hole And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents The infinite, holdin' your breath, it's tryin' to come quick Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be Go get the suburbans and the hurses Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses [Chorus x2] |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Intro]
Yeah, Perverted Monk representin YouknowhatI'msayin? [Afu-Ra] No need for cappin this Brave boys, I break your back with this Practice, math this, lyrical theatrics You'll never, ever, brave the weather, I'm too clever Conjurin Sandstorms, I'll freeze ya, then I'll melt ya You know I dealt the, on impact, shots hit the ceiling These lyrics, I'm wieldin, straight echoes through the building Enemies efforts are foreseen in the mental I make steel wrinkle at the blink of an eye Terminate unrighteous conscious states Imitate the stars, while they constelate The heart rate, of my social eloquence, makes sense Intense, with the roughage, you couldn't budge this mountainous, type of figure So check it out, now you know, when you lookin at a real nigga [Chorus] You know we rip it up, hit the mic like a virus We never hide this, unique rhymes styles is righteous Who wanna battle, which rapper thinkin they the nicest Straight up and down, these rhyme styles is priceless [GZA] You eggshell niggas get cracked in half My armed force throw a road block in your path Beats smash, from True Mast, my shots blast Shatter glass, crowd watch the sound sets clash Quick fast, I let the darts off, with no doubt Your bitch ass, you head north and break out Snakes out, hissin, shots missin Observe, and respect and listen And if you get stung twice, that means he's rollin wit loaded dice It's like gettin stabbed with ice, and watch the evidence melt Immediately the blow is felt Commissioner revoke the belt, the microphone Microphone flow-er, fresh show-er Of the rugged garments, break the bread like Noah I'm holdin, ride the 808 rollin Write til my hand's swollen, your no comp ya Huh, I stomp ya, the monster Worldwide record launcher, multiply and conquer [Chorus 2X] [Afu-Ra] Nemesis, bringer of disaster With more moves then the Tai Chi Master Killa and I get illa, cerebral warlord My name's Afu-Ra, step too quick, and your thought's floored Fury portrayed, sharper than a fuckin cactus Conquerin globes, and universes with Galactus Tongue lashes, it rattles, never sliver Optimus Prime, fatal bites as I deliver Lyrically deadly, mic flow heavenly In dwellin intelligence, choose my weaponry Battle strategy, bishop cover angles Knights move next, L shapes the vortex Forces break down, now I got the nitty gritty You think it's a stalemate, but now I'm yellin checkmate Ultra rhymer, stop breaths like anacondas [Chorus 2X] |
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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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[DJ Premier scratches]
I'm comin' through It's the voice you can't ignore It's Afu [Guru] Hey yo, this is Gifted Unlimited, peace, Afu You know we been doin' it for years, man Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby [Afu-Ra] Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill That's right, I'm stretching out with my tentacles When I nourish my skills The illest with that other shit, Perverted with this Come and step inside the mother ship I got the codes and manuals and microchip to flip the script Parallel to my thoughts, tryin' to get I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack your jaw Summertime, ladies at the bus stop When I roll without the drop, they yellin' "Shimmy shimmy, Coco Pop" Ill with the slurs, what? And I'm thick like yoghurt Quick to quick to quick to bust a fast word I know you like what you think what you like But I stick out on a track and blind your third-eye sight [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] I do it like this and that Straight knowledge drippin' right out my hat Like sex and candle wax As a matter of a fact I take it back, in the days If you wack, in fact, you get the bozack And the chickens, are thinkin' they finger-lickin' Tryin' to get the party kicking But really they should be stinking Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical somersaults Slang slay your head, bang a boogie I got a think-tank, that's lighting up with the blinks Move and sway but I'm compared to mint Some cats can't forget the spiritual and mental Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle Expressing everything, including the kitchen sink Building on topics from aluminium and zinc So while you fix your kicks, I do triple axels Get in your bath or round the rink [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] When I spark it up, and you ingest my skills I'm hanging down like I'm testicles Romancing like Cassa', more steps than a dancer Got a Pop Quiz? Yo, I help you with the answers I'm Master Marvel, scribble the illest novel 80 more albums, I got more pages than the bible Never allow my energy through Leviticus As I rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis Eyes tearing through the fog Shout my brothers and sisters Who studied the Qua'ran From a path of hip-hop Shall arm in a synagogue Dinner china mushroom song As the night prolongs That means I'm 'bout to put it on So abrasive, and persuasive Thugs pulled out of my set, stop pace makers Peace: computer-whizzes, graph-writers and breakers [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [DJ Premier scratches] I'm comin' through I'm holding aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore I'm comin' through It's Afu, you know who, I'm comin' faster [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out You know it's on the popper when I'm on the scene That's right, it's me, DJ Premier Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio That's the way it goes down, and that's the way it's gonna be Word up and we outta here, DJ Premier and I'm out Peace! [Digital voice] You have been listening to Life Force Radio |
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[DJ Premier scratches]
I'm comin' through It's the voice you can't ignore It's Afu [Guru] Hey yo, this is Gifted Unlimited, peace, Afu You know we been doin' it for years, man Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby [Afu-Ra] Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill That's right, I'm stretching out with my tentacles When I nourish my skills The illest with that other shit, Perverted with this Come and step inside the mother ship I got the codes and manuals and microchip to flip the script Parallel to my thoughts, tryin' to get I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack your jaw Summertime, ladies at the bus stop When I roll without the drop, they yellin' "Shimmy shimmy, Coco Pop" Ill with the slurs, what? And I'm thick like yoghurt Quick to quick to quick to bust a fast word I know you like what you think what you like But I stick out on a track and blind your third-eye sight [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] I do it like this and that Straight knowledge drippin' right out my hat Like sex and candle wax As a matter of a fact I take it back, in the days If you wack, in fact, you get the bozack And the chickens, are thinkin' they finger-lickin' Tryin' to get the party kicking But really they should be stinking Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical somersaults Slang slay your head, bang a boogie I got a think-tank, that's lighting up with the blinks Move and sway but I'm compared to mint Some cats can't forget the spiritual and mental Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle Expressing everything, including the kitchen sink Building on topics from aluminium and zinc So while you fix your kicks, I do triple axels Get in your bath or round the rink [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] When I spark it up, and you ingest my skills I'm hanging down like I'm testicles Romancing like Cassa', more steps than a dancer Got a Pop Quiz? Yo, I help you with the answers I'm Master Marvel, scribble the illest novel 80 more albums, I got more pages than the bible Never allow my energy through Leviticus As I rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis Eyes tearing through the fog Shout my brothers and sisters Who studied the Qua'ran From a path of hip-hop Shall arm in a synagogue Dinner china mushroom song As the night prolongs That means I'm 'bout to put it on So abrasive, and persuasive Thugs pulled out of my set, stop pace makers Peace: computer-whizzes, graph-writers and breakers [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [DJ Premier scratches] I'm comin' through I'm holding aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore I'm comin' through It's Afu, you know who, I'm comin' faster [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out You know it's on the popper when I'm on the scene That's right, it's me, DJ Premier Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio That's the way it goes down, and that's the way it's gonna be Word up and we outta here, DJ Premier and I'm out Peace! [Digital voice] You have been listening to Life Force Radio |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[DJ Premier scratches]
I'm comin' through It's the voice you can't ignore It's Afu [Guru] Hey yo, this is Gifted Unlimited, peace, Afu You know we been doin' it for years, man Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby [Afu-Ra] Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill That's right, I'm stretching out with my tentacles When I nourish my skills The illest with that other shit, Perverted with this Come and step inside the mother ship I got the codes and manuals and microchip to flip the script Parallel to my thoughts, tryin' to get I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack your jaw Summertime, ladies at the bus stop When I roll without the drop, they yellin' "Shimmy shimmy, Coco Pop" Ill with the slurs, what? And I'm thick like yoghurt Quick to quick to quick to bust a fast word I know you like what you think what you like But I stick out on a track and blind your third-eye sight [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] I do it like this and that Straight knowledge drippin' right out my hat Like sex and candle wax As a matter of a fact I take it back, in the days If you wack, in fact, you get the bozack And the chickens, are thinkin' they finger-lickin' Tryin' to get the party kicking But really they should be stinking Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical somersaults Slang slay your head, bang a boogie I got a think-tank, that's lighting up with the blinks Move and sway but I'm compared to mint Some cats can't forget the spiritual and mental Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle Expressing everything, including the kitchen sink Building on topics from aluminium and zinc So while you fix your kicks, I do triple axels Get in your bath or round the rink [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] When I spark it up, and you ingest my skills I'm hanging down like I'm testicles Romancing like Cassa', more steps than a dancer Got a Pop Quiz? Yo, I help you with the answers I'm Master Marvel, scribble the illest novel 80 more albums, I got more pages than the bible Never allow my energy through Leviticus As I rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis Eyes tearing through the fog Shout my brothers and sisters Who studied the Qua'ran From a path of hip-hop Shall arm in a synagogue Dinner china mushroom song As the night prolongs That means I'm 'bout to put it on So abrasive, and persuasive Thugs pulled out of my set, stop pace makers Peace: computer-whizzes, graph-writers and breakers [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [DJ Premier scratches] I'm comin' through I'm holding aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore I'm comin' through It's Afu, you know who, I'm comin' faster [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out You know it's on the popper when I'm on the scene That's right, it's me, DJ Premier Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio That's the way it goes down, and that's the way it's gonna be Word up and we outta here, DJ Premier and I'm out Peace! [Digital voice] You have been listening to Life Force Radio |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Chorus]
If you wanna rock the clubs, you can too If you wanna pop the bubb', give me a clue If you wanna rock the ice, and your style is tight Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, they gotta bring it right [Afu-Ra] It's the, rap spectacular, cardiovascular You see these lyrics they gonna laugh at ya You wanna take it to the streets movin backwards Straight up and down, you get slapped up like Cassius And if they want holes hook 'em with a catheter Mental manipulation like Blackula Controllin forces knockin soldiers off their horses Whether the Benz or the Rolls Royce's Ain't nothin close to kilometer Testa Rosa Body barometer, pop just like a toaster I heat and freeze it off simultaneously Instantaneously, ain't no one worthy but me I hold my head like a sire for a second The state of hip hop in my head went through blizzards Now I hokus pokus regain my focus I got to keep it movin move smoother than Braggadocios [Chorus] If you wanna rock the clubs, you can too If you wanna pop a slug, gimme a clue If you wanna shock the sights, and you're outta sight Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, you gotta bring it right [Afu-Ra] Inferable, impenetrable, mineral, serial Spiritual, visuals, sprinkle mics with my lyricals I use astrophysics and aeronautics Biologically technical unpointed message view The type to snatch danger right out your passage view I bring it back to the essence was Exodus, wanna get next to us Honeys doin doobies, but the booties gettin rushed [Chorus] If you wanna rock the clubs, you can too If you wanna pop the bubb', gimme a clue If you wanna rock it tight, and your style is right Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, you gotta bring it right [Afu-Ra] You got beef that I'm a stomp with this, bombs I launch wit this Peep the flames from my orifice, I'm off wit this Betta call your boss for this, I'm squashin 'em, you ain't goin far my friend Insatiable unstoppable, syllable, module It's logical the diabolical after my molecules I had to enhance my thought pharmaceuticals Lyrics is literal paintin pictures daily rituals I like to free verse from coast to coast On boats and boast, files be dope and dope Open scopes, Afu is like hope on a rope Goin for broke, I make sing somethin I wrote [Chorus] If you wanna rock the clubs, you can to If you wanna pop the bubb', give me a clue If you wanna rock it tight, and your style is right Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, you gotta bring it right If you wanna rock the clubs, you can too If you wanna pop a slug, give me a clue If you wanna rock the ice, and your style is right Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, they gotta bring it right [Afu-Ra] Peep this modern day follow through, nothin will boggle you Suggest I hit them with the darts, now they jiggle too Now ladies taste a lick, and lick the lyrical liquor Takin a swigger, checkin her figure, countin her figga's Some roll through on that real type Perrelli 'ish Some roll through on that meet me at the telli 'ish Evidently, evidence stains for centuries I carve my name in your head like I'm a memory I'm composin with the Beethoven slogan Year 3000 on the run like I'm Logan Change the gases, switch my anti matter You see I spent about ten life times as a rapper [Chorus] If you wanna rock the clubs, you can to If you wanna pop the bubb', give me a clue If you wanna rock it tight, and your style is right Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, you gotta bring it right If you wanna rock the clubs, you can too If you wanna pop a slug, give me a clue If you wanna rock it tight, and your style is right Well you gotta tell 'em, yo, they gotta bring it right If you wanna go to clubs, you can too If you wanna pull the plug, gimme a clue If you wanna rock the mic, and your style is right Well, you gotta tell 'em, yo, you gotta bring it right |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Intro: Rasheedah]
Desfrutar de ti Hmm, oh, yeah yeah yeah Oh, oh [Afu-Ra] You know I'm comin though hotter, drip sweat meltin ya collar Afu-Ra takin care like I'm ya father Some call me papa, through I'm rollin wit the rastas Straight up and down, I'm like the sauce over the pasta I'm well connected, to all my people's doin salsa One of my trademarks, you'll catch me drinkin Malta You need some paprika to freak the I let you know I came through just to reach ya I do it one more time, bless this feature Will take with nothin unlike, self I mover I heat it right up, burnin like it's lava Test you leavin wit hoes like Godfather Sounds soakin off honeys like it was lather Study lessons and plant seeds to nurture Praise due to this, show and prove with this Knowledge yourself, Life Force'll make you move with this [Chorus: Rasheedah] No hay nada, que me sostenga Yo estoy lista, para desfrutar de ti Quiero tu calor, arridedor, de me ser Oh, oh, oh, there's just nothin that can keep me from you, you, you There's just nothin, when all I want... [Afu-Ra] Sound Bombing number one right, hate blow it like it's dynamite Destined too keep ya molecules shakin right Flippin my script as if I was a gymnast I'm fusin coast's together like I'm a chemist A yo, you leavin the party yo I ain't finished A dred shakin so hearty so what's your business You callin my cell phone, sayin who is this I throw to down to expand my interest I take it higher, to master engraver You know the chicas want that papi chulo flavor I do it for the north south east west behavior Wait a minute, hold up yo, yo there go my pager Beeper beepin, ringin comin from my celli If ya ever had days like this, then tell me Praise due to this, show and prove with this Knowledge yourself, Life Force'll make you move with this [Chorus] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. M.O.P.)
[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey [Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more [Billy Danze] Nigga! [Lil Fame] Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument Still on top of my game holding the fork But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch The fizzy move, the fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen But you wanna be the Jordan of rap An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH) Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2 [Chorus 1] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.[Scratching] causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Afu-Ra] You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a You know I squash ya' Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues That right yeah I'm sickening with the kung fu More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya') Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH) Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking [Chorus 2] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now who do you rock for We in the making you moves that's why came for Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We stimulating the brain thats why we came for [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Billy Danze] Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?) William Danze one of the illest ever That spit sparks with from both hands I learn these criminal ways Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude May peace and blessings be upon you How you doing brother do, No Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen) Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing) Like every life he destroy in the World Trade I aint got no patients for the faggot less great Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path The same as we do in the ave nigga Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black [Sratching] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [x2] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. M.O.P.)
[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey [Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more [Billy Danze] Nigga! [Lil Fame] Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument Still on top of my game holding the fork But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch The fizzy move, the fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen But you wanna be the Jordan of rap An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH) Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2 [Chorus 1] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.[Scratching] causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Afu-Ra] You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a You know I squash ya' Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues That right yeah I'm sickening with the kung fu More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya') Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH) Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking [Chorus 2] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now who do you rock for We in the making you moves that's why came for Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We stimulating the brain thats why we came for [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Billy Danze] Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?) William Danze one of the illest ever That spit sparks with from both hands I learn these criminal ways Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude May peace and blessings be upon you How you doing brother do, No Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen) Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing) Like every life he destroy in the World Trade I aint got no patients for the faggot less great Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path The same as we do in the ave nigga Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black [Sratching] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [x2] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. M.O.P.)
[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey [Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more [Billy Danze] Nigga! [Lil Fame] Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument Still on top of my game holding the fork But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch The fizzy move, the fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen But you wanna be the Jordan of rap An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH) Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2 [Chorus 1] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.[Scratching] causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Afu-Ra] You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a You know I squash ya' Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues That right yeah I'm sickening with the kung fu More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya') Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH) Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking [Chorus 2] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now who do you rock for We in the making you moves that's why came for Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We stimulating the brain thats why we came for [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Billy Danze] Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?) William Danze one of the illest ever That spit sparks with from both hands I learn these criminal ways Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude May peace and blessings be upon you How you doing brother do, No Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen) Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing) Like every life he destroy in the World Trade I aint got no patients for the faggot less great Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path The same as we do in the ave nigga Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black [Sratching] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [x2] |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
(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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[RZA]
Give me the sign Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh [Afu-Ra] Yo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo Ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo I float like a butterfly, sting like like a bee Muhammed Ali can't groove smooth as I be High karate, enhanced thoughts with kimosabi No mixing me up, I might rock all day Gots to the rim, fight for my kin Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually Pounce my flows round the rings of Saturn Gore-texxing, next section, jet-settin' My key code kept alpha-numeric Ready to set it, payin' the bills, you couldn't get it The blemisher-finisher, finish too sinister Or do you want the asiatic, acrobatic, chiropractic Merit through the backflips Supersonic, chronological, logical We will inwobble you, ill specifics Power flows through it, knowledge ready to rip shit We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and dodge swiftly City crisis, I roll with po-lices Ain't known to slap dick on all mighty ices As I bathe in the jordan Collect calls, from the comission of Gordon Cult class when I play with the organ Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black Walkin through the halls with bat showin no heart Zig Zag put your ass in the shit bag And steal the show from the thief with a black gag You can run from the gun but you get tagged And I'm back at my lab humming fat bags [Afu-Ra] We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-di bodododododo) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this One time in the place to be I'm on the mic, and you know I'm straight rippin' it, G Check, one two in your face you see Afu-Ra transform to electricity My esoterics lyrics, I said it, you're synthetic or sympathetic Rock timbies in peetree dishes Watch me set it, yo Microscope and you transmit through the local news Even though I spit to youths, got to spit the truth I'm insane with the jingle I'm biggin up my knowledge, the rhmyes, the beats, they mingle I'm gettin busy with the lingo Now you don't want it, they don't want it Crack that ass like a Pringle Peginistic with symbols and visuals Adults flock like sheep need miracles It's simple to see, that you holdin with the fairies Thinking of a rap name, you're straight imaginary We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] Dodododododododo Bob Digi....Afu-Ra....splashing you....straight up Wisdom cypha, cypha wisdom We can't, we can't ignore the ryhthm True Master on the track, and you might slapped the f**k back, biatch [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[RZA]
Give me the sign Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh [Afu-Ra] Yo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo Ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo I float like a butterfly, sting like like a bee Muhammed Ali can't groove smooth as I be High karate, enhanced thoughts with kimosabi No mixing me up, I might rock all day Gots to the rim, fight for my kin Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually Pounce my flows round the rings of Saturn Gore-texxing, next section, jet-settin' My key code kept alpha-numeric Ready to set it, payin' the bills, you couldn't get it The blemisher-finisher, finish too sinister Or do you want the asiatic, acrobatic, chiropractic Merit through the backflips Supersonic, chronological, logical We will inwobble you, ill specifics Power flows through it, knowledge ready to rip shit We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and dodge swiftly City crisis, I roll with po-lices Ain't known to slap dick on all mighty ices As I bathe in the jordan Collect calls, from the comission of Gordon Cult class when I play with the organ Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black Walkin through the halls with bat showin no heart Zig Zag put your ass in the shit bag And steal the show from the thief with a black gag You can run from the gun but you get tagged And I'm back at my lab humming fat bags [Afu-Ra] We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-di bodododododo) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this One time in the place to be I'm on the mic, and you know I'm straight rippin' it, G Check, one two in your face you see Afu-Ra transform to electricity My esoterics lyrics, I said it, you're synthetic or sympathetic Rock timbies in peetree dishes Watch me set it, yo Microscope and you transmit through the local news Even though I spit to youths, got to spit the truth I'm insane with the jingle I'm biggin up my knowledge, the rhmyes, the beats, they mingle I'm gettin busy with the lingo Now you don't want it, they don't want it Crack that ass like a Pringle Peginistic with symbols and visuals Adults flock like sheep need miracles It's simple to see, that you holdin with the fairies Thinking of a rap name, you're straight imaginary We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] Dodododododododo Bob Digi....Afu-Ra....splashing you....straight up Wisdom cypha, cypha wisdom We can't, we can't ignore the ryhthm True Master on the track, and you might slapped the f**k back, biatch [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[RZA]
Give me the sign Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh [Afu-Ra] Yo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo Ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo I float like a butterfly, sting like like a bee Muhammed Ali can't groove smooth as I be High karate, enhanced thoughts with kimosabi No mixing me up, I might rock all day Gots to the rim, fight for my kin Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually Pounce my flows round the rings of Saturn Gore-texxing, next section, jet-settin' My key code kept alpha-numeric Ready to set it, payin' the bills, you couldn't get it The blemisher-finisher, finish too sinister Or do you want the asiatic, acrobatic, chiropractic Merit through the backflips Supersonic, chronological, logical We will inwobble you, ill specifics Power flows through it, knowledge ready to rip shit We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and dodge swiftly City crisis, I roll with po-lices Ain't known to slap dick on all mighty ices As I bathe in the jordan Collect calls, from the comission of Gordon Cult class when I play with the organ Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black Walkin through the halls with bat showin no heart Zig Zag put your ass in the shit bag And steal the show from the thief with a black gag You can run from the gun but you get tagged And I'm back at my lab humming fat bags [Afu-Ra] We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-di bodododododo) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this One time in the place to be I'm on the mic, and you know I'm straight rippin' it, G Check, one two in your face you see Afu-Ra transform to electricity My esoterics lyrics, I said it, you're synthetic or sympathetic Rock timbies in peetree dishes Watch me set it, yo Microscope and you transmit through the local news Even though I spit to youths, got to spit the truth I'm insane with the jingle I'm biggin up my knowledge, the rhmyes, the beats, they mingle I'm gettin busy with the lingo Now you don't want it, they don't want it Crack that ass like a Pringle Peginistic with symbols and visuals Adults flock like sheep need miracles It's simple to see, that you holdin with the fairies Thinking of a rap name, you're straight imaginary We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] Dodododododododo Bob Digi....Afu-Ra....splashing you....straight up Wisdom cypha, cypha wisdom We can't, we can't ignore the ryhthm True Master on the track, and you might slapped the f**k back, biatch [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
(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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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Verse One]: Afu-Ra
Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister It's him with the, been with the, mic's Next to kin with the Lyrical assassinate like toxic waste Rocks is base, matches I burn up in your face Travel through eons, mentally to spit it viciously Slapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiously They slipping B, snippin the, mic styles they slippery A golden aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore the Monumental essence, which crowds wish to adore the Shimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, Tiffany Sages when they meditate, prism filling my imagery Subliminally, thoughts I set it, Synchronisticaly The intricacy, complex levels my entity No stopping me, I'm rocking the, Hip-Hop philosophy Drummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omni-potent 9 9 styles I keep it flowing [Chorus]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) "Randomly flip on bystanders" <--Guru "Blowing up the spot" <-- "Randomly flip" <--Guru "Take control" <-- "And represent, represent, represent" <-- [Verse Two]: Afu-Ra Poisonous, venom yes, when I bless the mic and structure Supreme ultimate conductor, eruption Type flow, lyrical lava, torching up foes Nuff combustion when I'm +crushing+, like Big Pun Who's the one who makes the kids run? Stun like stunguns; son, I hit your Fulcrum Seas of MCs I part, and some may call it Biblical Steady causing damage with words, and even syllables Audio, it's too militious, call it vicious No time for battleing, competition I'm shattering Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual Something I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas You're to your knees, like hit by a disease It's Afu, you know who, I'm coming faster Pay attention, cause it's worldwide disaster [Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) [Verse Three]: Afu-Ra Listen up, now class was in session, stop fessing Worshiping cars, clothes and weapons Your reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nistic Weak-ass, character misfits You know it wouldn't, last forever with endeavors Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed Recaptivated, by the new heads of state Whose lyrical ideologies uncover fallacies And dynasties constructed by the morbid I knew it took time, but time it took to floor it The next centennial, will start with minimal Microphone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecile Lyrical content, for devilishment Body of the Life-Force, Styles be Heaven-sent [Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
(bridge 1)
Slow down, dont rush Im here to keep the peace but Im prepared to say, ay Slow down, dont rush Im here to keep the peace but Im prepared, now I say (chorus-afu-ra) Yeah, I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop Yeah, I pledge allegiance to it nonstop What, I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop Yeah, I pledge allegiance to it nonstop (afu-ra) Meditation, equality, it keeps me level headed, the men-tal-ity Cool, calm, posignatic with suggestion Never stressin, heat chambers never sweatin Honeys cryin, cause her man she caught cheatin Mothers eyein, sons cut down like bushes Daddys sicker than the land lord, just evicted Stressed to death, month to month until he kicked it I seen ya hustlin on the dark streets, the mental Look what you been through, you just escaped reality Now what ya into, is just a technicality Check it, deep inside of my head like t.v. The lifestyle I live so crooked you wont believe me Lessons learned that I could walk a tight rope Even though I toke and choke, dont provoke Uh, now you can call me afu-rastahood cause I rob from the rich and I give to the good Even though its for the money b, Im droppin dollars g Straight shots in the head, peep the summary Wake up in the mornin got me yearnin for food Yeah, yeah what, huh, Im that type a dude Pledge allegiance, pay attention, payin homage So much time held in my hand, none for college (college) (chorus) Hey afu, hey afu, hey afu, hey afu (bridge 2) Slow down, dont rush, Im here to keep the peace but Im prepared to bust They wanna cut my meditation with their crooked laws Say I cant hold a bong and smoke my la If its war that they want we already are registered The king, it is he, who defends me So when its time for the showdown Well march in the soldiers babylon, get throwed down When the war is over we run up the whole town And my spliff will stay lit from sun up to sun down Ay, afu (bridge 1) (afu-ra) Stimulating, verses like blood working Paper hits the pen like the needle to ya skin Blow ya blood up, xena, hero-in More contagious than sex (sex), nobody flex Dangerous minds, little kids throw gang signs Treacherous times, too many cant press rewind Stress the elevation, wrap my thoughts like a mummy Its funny, how sometimes some smart ones a dummy Scorin a million, forget the s.a.t. Now I leap on towers in piza, peep the ether Wrap it in a scroll, pass it off to carmani Lessons of exquisietness verses poetry (bridge 1) (chorus) |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
Yo yo yo yo
[Chorus:] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 1:] See whatcha like gimme the mic I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? I ride your chain from day to night Head first with a verse You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire I backflip blindfolded on a highwire Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm And shockwavin my rights into the system [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom I know the science for the metals and all the plenums Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong [Chorus] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
Yo yo yo yo
[Chorus:] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 1:] See whatcha like gimme the mic I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? I ride your chain from day to night Head first with a verse You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire I backflip blindfolded on a highwire Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm And shockwavin my rights into the system [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom I know the science for the metals and all the plenums Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong [Chorus] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here |
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Yo yo yo yo
[Chorus:] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 1:] See whatcha like gimme the mic I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? I ride your chain from day to night Head first with a verse You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire I backflip blindfolded on a highwire Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm And shockwavin my rights into the system [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom I know the science for the metals and all the plenums Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong [Chorus] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
(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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[DJ Premier scratches]
Pure microphone magic Carving up mc's, 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 brother's light eclipse me My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets Fuck 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 ain't nothing without their beat Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick Watchin' my ass, and yo I learnt quick I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me I bring it from front to back, white to black Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin' that Rhyme skills the dopest, 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 dopest, 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 I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into Like you can joust defence So many strokes and slashes let off You ain't 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 ain't about talent, it's all about the currency My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest Maybe I'll write a line and fara canna quote this They got status but can't work the apparatus How could a project sell millions Talking 'bout millions, when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand Rhyme skills the dopest, 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 dopest, 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, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical Simple and plain, cos I don't wanna riddle you I'm tryin' to black out, cos I'll blow your back out Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count Got so many names, that I can't even count Let's 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 body's 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 dopest, 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 dopest, 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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[DJ Premier scratches]
Pure microphone magic Carving up mc's, 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 brother's light eclipse me My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets Fuck 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 ain't nothing without their beat Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick Watchin' my ass, and yo I learnt quick I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me I bring it from front to back, white to black Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin' that Rhyme skills the dopest, 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 dopest, 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 I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into Like you can joust defence So many strokes and slashes let off You ain't 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 ain't about talent, it's all about the currency My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest Maybe I'll write a line and fara canna quote this They got status but can't work the apparatus How could a project sell millions Talking 'bout millions, when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand Rhyme skills the dopest, 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 dopest, 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, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical Simple and plain, cos I don't wanna riddle you I'm tryin' to black out, cos I'll blow your back out Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count Got so many names, that I can't even count Let's 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 body's 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 dopest, 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 dopest, 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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[DJ Premier scratches]
Pure microphone magic Carving up mc's, 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 brother's light eclipse me My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets Fuck 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 ain't nothing without their beat Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick Watchin' my ass, and yo I learnt quick I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me I bring it from front to back, white to black Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin' that Rhyme skills the dopest, 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 dopest, 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 I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into Like you can joust defence So many strokes and slashes let off You ain't 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 ain't about talent, it's all about the currency My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest Maybe I'll write a line and fara canna quote this They got status but can't work the apparatus How could a project sell millions Talking 'bout millions, when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand Rhyme skills the dopest, 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 dopest, 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, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical Simple and plain, cos I don't wanna riddle you I'm tryin' to black out, cos I'll blow your back out Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count Got so many names, that I can't even count Let's 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 body's 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 dopest, 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 dopest, 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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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Intro: DJ Premier]
Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force Yo, you know how I do son (yeah) Yeah, so why don't you (yeah) Get on this mic and represent one time [Afu-Ra] Some MC's you know they artificial Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles Lyrics run right through your tissues Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller How my sound rounds could bill-a Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin Perverted linguistics came to rip shit Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips My ink hits from backyards to basements Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick Superbly, my words be, like third degree Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples] "Afu-Ra" |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Intro: DJ Premier]
Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force Yo, you know how I do son (yeah) Yeah, so why don't you (yeah) Get on this mic and represent one time [Afu-Ra] Some MC's you know they artificial Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles Lyrics run right through your tissues Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller How my sound rounds could bill-a Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin Perverted linguistics came to rip shit Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips My ink hits from backyards to basements Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick Superbly, my words be, like third degree Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples] "Afu-Ra" |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Chorus: female singer]
Miss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm takin' it high Diss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm bringin' it right [Afu-Ra] Progress is how I, make it, nah No matter how you yell at me, yell at me Shower or scour you, faithfully bathin' you, bathin' you No sense in tamin' you, tamin' you I crawl through the core of the earth Sweatin' to play with you, play with you I am who I am, who can step in the jam Rippin' the sand, flip like Jack the Ripper, man Same location, astro and mentally My sense, care for the mic, like it's crystals, be So if you wanna flee, fast or frolic with me Tighten your seatbelts, destination, floor it with me One, two, one, two, or what you wanna do I've been praised my dues, with nothing to proove But to sooth and groove, and get you in the mood Space Ghost, and Cheech and Chong, all in the same move You wanna run from the truth, and tigthen your noose What I spit for you, might be hotter than the gastric juice [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] So I'm, trapped, in the Matrix, I swallow you Swallow you, insoluble sonics, able to follow you Follow you, I'm gettin' around like Ronald McDonald do Especially as, your coozy, raise they point of view Your ship is thinking, you thinking, you blinking Eyes is winking, my beacon carving out light, for your reasoning My seasoning, house stash and four seasons In the blizzard, I'm the wizard And what the clearence, the current No fear of close mind, open it, and steer it You travel fast, with the blast master passions Rap assassins, strike hard, but they ain't lastin' You know the story, going for glory, I'm raisin' the trophy, yo It never mean nothing, cats better stop frontin' I get it in, and put it on, like silicone Breastes, you ain't knowin', you ain't testin' this Life Force flowin', on course, I represent [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Enter, planitary ordinents I only know, I got one lap around the Earth But yo, I've been rhymin', since Hence forth, the new millennium Shakespeare Mixed with Beethoven, melodies, they kept on going and going Audio visuals, they kept on showing and going Waters of laugh, my boat, I kept on rowing and rowing It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know, yo, it came to me, in a dream How to scope my story tippin' and trippin', express it vividly My wizardry, instantly, increasingly makin' sense to me To co-relate, coalete, my latest diaries Purched powers of pararrel to the highest pressing pieces Rap thesis, it's deeper than diseases It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know [Chorus to fade] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Chorus: female singer]
Miss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm takin' it high Diss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm bringin' it right [Afu-Ra] Progress is how I, make it, nah No matter how you yell at me, yell at me Shower or scour you, faithfully bathin' you, bathin' you No sense in tamin' you, tamin' you I crawl through the core of the earth Sweatin' to play with you, play with you I am who I am, who can step in the jam Rippin' the sand, flip like Jack the Ripper, man Same location, astro and mentally My sense, care for the mic, like it's crystals, be So if you wanna flee, fast or frolic with me Tighten your seatbelts, destination, floor it with me One, two, one, two, or what you wanna do I've been praised my dues, with nothing to proove But to sooth and groove, and get you in the mood Space Ghost, and Cheech and Chong, all in the same move You wanna run from the truth, and tigthen your noose What I spit for you, might be hotter than the gastric juice [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] So I'm, trapped, in the Matrix, I swallow you Swallow you, insoluble sonics, able to follow you Follow you, I'm gettin' around like Ronald McDonald do Especially as, your coozy, raise they point of view Your ship is thinking, you thinking, you blinking Eyes is winking, my beacon carving out light, for your reasoning My seasoning, house stash and four seasons In the blizzard, I'm the wizard And what the clearence, the current No fear of close mind, open it, and steer it You travel fast, with the blast master passions Rap assassins, strike hard, but they ain't lastin' You know the story, going for glory, I'm raisin' the trophy, yo It never mean nothing, cats better stop frontin' I get it in, and put it on, like silicone Breastes, you ain't knowin', you ain't testin' this Life Force flowin', on course, I represent [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Enter, planitary ordinents I only know, I got one lap around the Earth But yo, I've been rhymin', since Hence forth, the new millennium Shakespeare Mixed with Beethoven, melodies, they kept on going and going Audio visuals, they kept on showing and going Waters of laugh, my boat, I kept on rowing and rowing It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know, yo, it came to me, in a dream How to scope my story tippin' and trippin', express it vividly My wizardry, instantly, increasingly makin' sense to me To co-relate, coalete, my latest diaries Purched powers of pararrel to the highest pressing pieces Rap thesis, it's deeper than diseases It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know [Chorus to fade] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Chorus: female singer]
Miss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm takin' it high Diss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm bringin' it right [Afu-Ra] Progress is how I, make it, nah No matter how you yell at me, yell at me Shower or scour you, faithfully bathin' you, bathin' you No sense in tamin' you, tamin' you I crawl through the core of the earth Sweatin' to play with you, play with you I am who I am, who can step in the jam Rippin' the sand, flip like Jack the Ripper, man Same location, astro and mentally My sense, care for the mic, like it's crystals, be So if you wanna flee, fast or frolic with me Tighten your seatbelts, destination, floor it with me One, two, one, two, or what you wanna do I've been praised my dues, with nothing to proove But to sooth and groove, and get you in the mood Space Ghost, and Cheech and Chong, all in the same move You wanna run from the truth, and tigthen your noose What I spit for you, might be hotter than the gastric juice [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] So I'm, trapped, in the Matrix, I swallow you Swallow you, insoluble sonics, able to follow you Follow you, I'm gettin' around like Ronald McDonald do Especially as, your coozy, raise they point of view Your ship is thinking, you thinking, you blinking Eyes is winking, my beacon carving out light, for your reasoning My seasoning, house stash and four seasons In the blizzard, I'm the wizard And what the clearence, the current No fear of close mind, open it, and steer it You travel fast, with the blast master passions Rap assassins, strike hard, but they ain't lastin' You know the story, going for glory, I'm raisin' the trophy, yo It never mean nothing, cats better stop frontin' I get it in, and put it on, like silicone Breastes, you ain't knowin', you ain't testin' this Life Force flowin', on course, I represent [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Enter, planitary ordinents I only know, I got one lap around the Earth But yo, I've been rhymin', since Hence forth, the new millennium Shakespeare Mixed with Beethoven, melodies, they kept on going and going Audio visuals, they kept on showing and going Waters of laugh, my boat, I kept on rowing and rowing It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know, yo, it came to me, in a dream How to scope my story tippin' and trippin', express it vividly My wizardry, instantly, increasingly makin' sense to me To co-relate, coalete, my latest diaries Purched powers of pararrel to the highest pressing pieces Rap thesis, it's deeper than diseases It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know [Chorus to fade] |
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[Hook 4X: samples scratched by DJ Premier]
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Intro]
Perverted Monks style '99 style, knowhatimsayin? Comin at cha, this how we do [Afu-Ra] Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic No shadows on my kicks too much Chi horrific To be specific, I'm comin threw with jiu-jitsu Bone crushin bone breakin as I get into Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah Hit your pressure points with light skills, I be The blaster, Iron Palms is elemental Combinations damagin nations in the mental Cerebral cortex is obsolete You'll die ten times if you try to test me Taoist master, rhyme style disaster Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung Apprentice in the temple with Guang Jung Nim I went through torture deadly styles I'm the author Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks They come much iller, so you must be Masta Killa [Chorus 2X] It's Afu, change my style, change the weather It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa [Masta Killa] The great ones have searched for the righteous data To show and prove and master the separation of matter And seein through death, never loose conscious of self Shed a shell keep it movin factor Sword swing it to the temple, mental state Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, Wu-Tang Train private soldiers in this rap game Like that Shanghai chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy Wang Chung from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X Fifty Seven Park, it might spark, it's the heart One blood cell, featurin Masta Kill After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one Young chun, prodigal son, Killa Bees disease Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead [Chorus 2X] |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Teena Marie)
[Afu-Ra] Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do? I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars Melodies over the precious bars The beat and you together, are like matrimony Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only Why me, then why you, the simple kind Of things, like my favorite color is blue It can't be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me Out of this planet with me If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me [Chorus: Teena Marie] I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby I, I wanna feel your body, up and down Up inside me [Afu-Ra] It's like breafast in bed for the first time That's right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion Transpire, smooth as my outfit Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile Saturdays, fit with the charming smile So won't you meet me at the el flamingo Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone Like tic - tac - and toe Yo, it's so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's [Chorus x4] [Afu-Ra] So let's pain an oasis From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement Beats run home, hot tub in the living room No space for satisfaction, well I'mma make room Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread 12 o'clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin' I feel your body calling, ready for the installment Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again [Chorus to fade] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Teena Marie)
[Afu-Ra] Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do? I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars Melodies over the precious bars The beat and you together, are like matrimony Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only Why me, then why you, the simple kind Of things, like my favorite color is blue It can't be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me Out of this planet with me If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me [Chorus: Teena Marie] I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby I, I wanna feel your body, up and down Up inside me [Afu-Ra] It's like breafast in bed for the first time That's right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion Transpire, smooth as my outfit Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile Saturdays, fit with the charming smile So won't you meet me at the el flamingo Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone Like tic - tac - and toe Yo, it's so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's [Chorus x4] [Afu-Ra] So let's pain an oasis From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement Beats run home, hot tub in the living room No space for satisfaction, well I'mma make room Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread 12 o'clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin' I feel your body calling, ready for the installment Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again [Chorus to fade] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Teena Marie)
[Afu-Ra] Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do? I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars Melodies over the precious bars The beat and you together, are like matrimony Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only Why me, then why you, the simple kind Of things, like my favorite color is blue It can't be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me Out of this planet with me If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me [Chorus: Teena Marie] I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby I, I wanna feel your body, up and down Up inside me [Afu-Ra] It's like breafast in bed for the first time That's right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion Transpire, smooth as my outfit Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile Saturdays, fit with the charming smile So won't you meet me at the el flamingo Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone Like tic - tac - and toe Yo, it's so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's [Chorus x4] [Afu-Ra] So let's pain an oasis From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement Beats run home, hot tub in the living room No space for satisfaction, well I'mma make room Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread 12 o'clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin' I feel your body calling, ready for the installment Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again [Chorus to fade] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. A-Sun, Ca-See, Respect)
[Afu-Ra] Blackie Chan too incredible Molars crushed it, cause you edible Pedal to the metal, shine lights up in the ghetto I'm playin' my voice, on the streets, just like a cello Modern day Othello, my bello, hell no, will never stop Wanna get high from my mind? Got them yellow top Fly around the earth, I'm all polite just like a smack spot I chop stick it to death, while trynna hit the jackpot Lyrically open, just like a crack spot [A-Sun] Fire burn, call me the solar monk, I got ya Heated up, sweatin' from the lava Oozin' out the system, volcanic eruption I'm a natural disaster, sound clasher Like stone love, illegal, broadcaster Just because I spit, other people want No comp, I don't walk, I stomp Like ?Ole-Ah-Sah?, fire music, makes me high [Chorus x2: Perverted Monks] So what's it gonna be, gonna be Nigga, back up of me Steadily, steadily Locked you like a felony Readily, readily Bust shots, that's heavily Poetry, poetry Jump off the melody [Ca-See] I took change, but gave dollars My innocense, laid on record Spillin' sewers per second, plug it in and check it Thug ride, natural order, of selection Star child indeed, I heed, the best suggestion You can bust all your weapons, I take all your shots Power in my heart, yo, it's too hard to stop Child, so I'm only takin' steps up Every day something new when I press my luck [Respect] You see a nigga like me, sees all that I be in This mindstate, illin', drillin', for a schillin' Yo, I'm fine as a villain, so it's tossed up We hum bangers at your drums, I'm the cage monk, what? My focus, on skunk, while my fam set it up Now I step off and erupt, P-Monks, what I'm ruckus Spit jewels like fuels, floatin' through exhaust fumes Wicked with these pens, grab a stick, transcend [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Contested, bust caps, just like a western Lyrical futuristic, like the Jetsons My jet suns, spazzle, dazzle you lateral We bleech through hover crafts for the collateral [A-Sun] Like a splish spash, tidal waves are splatterin' Acid rain at the gathering, I'm traveling Young master, aqua, and ravel ya Bounce sparks, soft from my flow, and let it shock ya [Ca-See] Feel me now, scorchin' hot, the solar sound Fire breathin', I'm releasin', lethal pounds To the brain, information, increasin' pain You lost in the moment, another man folded [Respect] See, what's smashed, mouth tactics, I blast ya cabbage Spit concrete captures, to, match the masses Lames, Respect crack back then peel Gorilla warfare, store lead, like steel |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. A-Sun, Ca-See, Respect)
[Afu-Ra] Blackie Chan too incredible Molars crushed it, cause you edible Pedal to the metal, shine lights up in the ghetto I'm playin' my voice, on the streets, just like a cello Modern day Othello, my bello, hell no, will never stop Wanna get high from my mind? Got them yellow top Fly around the earth, I'm all polite just like a smack spot I chop stick it to death, while trynna hit the jackpot Lyrically open, just like a crack spot [A-Sun] Fire burn, call me the solar monk, I got ya Heated up, sweatin' from the lava Oozin' out the system, volcanic eruption I'm a natural disaster, sound clasher Like stone love, illegal, broadcaster Just because I spit, other people want No comp, I don't walk, I stomp Like ?Ole-Ah-Sah?, fire music, makes me high [Chorus x2: Perverted Monks] So what's it gonna be, gonna be Nigga, back up of me Steadily, steadily Locked you like a felony Readily, readily Bust shots, that's heavily Poetry, poetry Jump off the melody [Ca-See] I took change, but gave dollars My innocense, laid on record Spillin' sewers per second, plug it in and check it Thug ride, natural order, of selection Star child indeed, I heed, the best suggestion You can bust all your weapons, I take all your shots Power in my heart, yo, it's too hard to stop Child, so I'm only takin' steps up Every day something new when I press my luck [Respect] You see a nigga like me, sees all that I be in This mindstate, illin', drillin', for a schillin' Yo, I'm fine as a villain, so it's tossed up We hum bangers at your drums, I'm the cage monk, what? My focus, on skunk, while my fam set it up Now I step off and erupt, P-Monks, what I'm ruckus Spit jewels like fuels, floatin' through exhaust fumes Wicked with these pens, grab a stick, transcend [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Contested, bust caps, just like a western Lyrical futuristic, like the Jetsons My jet suns, spazzle, dazzle you lateral We bleech through hover crafts for the collateral [A-Sun] Like a splish spash, tidal waves are splatterin' Acid rain at the gathering, I'm traveling Young master, aqua, and ravel ya Bounce sparks, soft from my flow, and let it shock ya [Ca-See] Feel me now, scorchin' hot, the solar sound Fire breathin', I'm releasin', lethal pounds To the brain, information, increasin' pain You lost in the moment, another man folded [Respect] See, what's smashed, mouth tactics, I blast ya cabbage Spit concrete captures, to, match the masses Lames, Respect crack back then peel Gorilla warfare, store lead, like steel |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. A-Sun, Ca-See, Respect)
[Afu-Ra] Blackie Chan too incredible Molars crushed it, cause you edible Pedal to the metal, shine lights up in the ghetto I'm playin' my voice, on the streets, just like a cello Modern day Othello, my bello, hell no, will never stop Wanna get high from my mind? Got them yellow top Fly around the earth, I'm all polite just like a smack spot I chop stick it to death, while trynna hit the jackpot Lyrically open, just like a crack spot [A-Sun] Fire burn, call me the solar monk, I got ya Heated up, sweatin' from the lava Oozin' out the system, volcanic eruption I'm a natural disaster, sound clasher Like stone love, illegal, broadcaster Just because I spit, other people want No comp, I don't walk, I stomp Like ?Ole-Ah-Sah?, fire music, makes me high [Chorus x2: Perverted Monks] So what's it gonna be, gonna be Nigga, back up of me Steadily, steadily Locked you like a felony Readily, readily Bust shots, that's heavily Poetry, poetry Jump off the melody [Ca-See] I took change, but gave dollars My innocense, laid on record Spillin' sewers per second, plug it in and check it Thug ride, natural order, of selection Star child indeed, I heed, the best suggestion You can bust all your weapons, I take all your shots Power in my heart, yo, it's too hard to stop Child, so I'm only takin' steps up Every day something new when I press my luck [Respect] You see a nigga like me, sees all that I be in This mindstate, illin', drillin', for a schillin' Yo, I'm fine as a villain, so it's tossed up We hum bangers at your drums, I'm the cage monk, what? My focus, on skunk, while my fam set it up Now I step off and erupt, P-Monks, what I'm ruckus Spit jewels like fuels, floatin' through exhaust fumes Wicked with these pens, grab a stick, transcend [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Contested, bust caps, just like a western Lyrical futuristic, like the Jetsons My jet suns, spazzle, dazzle you lateral We bleech through hover crafts for the collateral [A-Sun] Like a splish spash, tidal waves are splatterin' Acid rain at the gathering, I'm traveling Young master, aqua, and ravel ya Bounce sparks, soft from my flow, and let it shock ya [Ca-See] Feel me now, scorchin' hot, the solar sound Fire breathin', I'm releasin', lethal pounds To the brain, information, increasin' pain You lost in the moment, another man folded [Respect] See, what's smashed, mouth tactics, I blast ya cabbage Spit concrete captures, to, match the masses Lames, Respect crack back then peel Gorilla warfare, store lead, like steel |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
(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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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
[Afu-Ra]
You wanna roll with the alphanumerical Lyrical, serial syllable killa wit the realness Feel this, mix tape shots, I peal this Ayatollah, strike like Casanova Give me a beat, and my styles, I run it over Corner ya brain, like a game of chess, nah How a million MC's gon' be the best You couldn't go against the squad, if your rhymes was hard What made you think that you can challenge the stars? Don't go against the grain, insane, ready to aim No stoppin a, rockin a, hip hop philosopher MC's and DJ's, your urban opera I said it, intelligently, ain't nuthin next to me Certainly, you couldn't even deal wit my weaponry I interject like the Internet, wet ya sets Ya ain't even heard nuttin yet |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Man's voice]
The end...justifies the means Two-two-two wrongs...make, a right I-I should come first, in this nation [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] I have so many questions, guessin' what life's about Usin' seven of my nine lives, figurin' out I'm goin' through it day to day Or should I say: maze to maze? I know that jewels light the way, listen There's too many shades of grey, tryin' to stay, right Peripheral vision, is seekin' out my sunlight I know that love is love, and hate is hate Twenty-seven years of tribulation marking my case Yeah, I guess I'm stressing my case There's only one thing I'm promised in life That's my fate Born to set the pace while I'm racin' the race I know it's hard work, that's why I'm holdin' the ace As I look to jump, up on that righteous path I got angels on one shoulder, demons on the other half A mirror face to face, surveying my landscape All the while I be singing this space [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] As we haze through the haze of enslavement While the sweat's beatin millions of feet pound on the pavement I know it's nine to five, or five to nine Forget about the thoughts that I'm wastin' my time Just use the tutelage, of your legendary fore-fathers Cos right now, we now the struggle is ours It's not too complicated, just combinations of pulling our resources Of our sisters and our brothers Who be a alike, that's a little insight The strength be coming in numbers it's like dynamite No riddle right, spit it right, about some real life And are we really rich, at peace and settled? When everyday homeless people peddle for nickels While Easy Mo Bee strikin' a chord Of this hip-hop oracle, desires for life And what? You know what I'm coming to It's just my point of view [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah yeah yeah (reverbs) [Afu-Ra] And as we realise life, and what? We gotta suck it in And are we droppin' some knowledge, or are we frontin' an'? Your course in life, no matter how you rub it in There's so many roads, either you strugglin' or bubblin' [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means Tell me what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Oh yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Man's voice]
The end...justifies the means Two-two-two wrongs...make, a right I-I should come first, in this nation [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] I have so many questions, guessin' what life's about Usin' seven of my nine lives, figurin' out I'm goin' through it day to day Or should I say: maze to maze? I know that jewels light the way, listen There's too many shades of grey, tryin' to stay, right Peripheral vision, is seekin' out my sunlight I know that love is love, and hate is hate Twenty-seven years of tribulation marking my case Yeah, I guess I'm stressing my case There's only one thing I'm promised in life That's my fate Born to set the pace while I'm racin' the race I know it's hard work, that's why I'm holdin' the ace As I look to jump, up on that righteous path I got angels on one shoulder, demons on the other half A mirror face to face, surveying my landscape All the while I be singing this space [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] As we haze through the haze of enslavement While the sweat's beatin millions of feet pound on the pavement I know it's nine to five, or five to nine Forget about the thoughts that I'm wastin' my time Just use the tutelage, of your legendary fore-fathers Cos right now, we now the struggle is ours It's not too complicated, just combinations of pulling our resources Of our sisters and our brothers Who be a alike, that's a little insight The strength be coming in numbers it's like dynamite No riddle right, spit it right, about some real life And are we really rich, at peace and settled? When everyday homeless people peddle for nickels While Easy Mo Bee strikin' a chord Of this hip-hop oracle, desires for life And what? You know what I'm coming to It's just my point of view [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah yeah yeah (reverbs) [Afu-Ra] And as we realise life, and what? We gotta suck it in And are we droppin' some knowledge, or are we frontin' an'? Your course in life, no matter how you rub it in There's so many roads, either you strugglin' or bubblin' [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means Tell me what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Oh yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
[Man's voice]
The end...justifies the means Two-two-two wrongs...make, a right I-I should come first, in this nation [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] I have so many questions, guessin' what life's about Usin' seven of my nine lives, figurin' out I'm goin' through it day to day Or should I say: maze to maze? I know that jewels light the way, listen There's too many shades of grey, tryin' to stay, right Peripheral vision, is seekin' out my sunlight I know that love is love, and hate is hate Twenty-seven years of tribulation marking my case Yeah, I guess I'm stressing my case There's only one thing I'm promised in life That's my fate Born to set the pace while I'm racin' the race I know it's hard work, that's why I'm holdin' the ace As I look to jump, up on that righteous path I got angels on one shoulder, demons on the other half A mirror face to face, surveying my landscape All the while I be singing this space [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] As we haze through the haze of enslavement While the sweat's beatin millions of feet pound on the pavement I know it's nine to five, or five to nine Forget about the thoughts that I'm wastin' my time Just use the tutelage, of your legendary fore-fathers Cos right now, we now the struggle is ours It's not too complicated, just combinations of pulling our resources Of our sisters and our brothers Who be a alike, that's a little insight The strength be coming in numbers it's like dynamite No riddle right, spit it right, about some real life And are we really rich, at peace and settled? When everyday homeless people peddle for nickels While Easy Mo Bee strikin' a chord Of this hip-hop oracle, desires for life And what? You know what I'm coming to It's just my point of view [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah yeah yeah (reverbs) [Afu-Ra] And as we realise life, and what? We gotta suck it in And are we droppin' some knowledge, or are we frontin' an'? Your course in life, no matter how you rub it in There's so many roads, either you strugglin' or bubblin' [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means Tell me what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Oh yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Afu-Ra - State Of The Arts (2005)
[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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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob)
[Intro: The Blob] Yo, Afu, what's up man It is I, Blob, hehehehe The invisible bully, let's show These cats what time it is [Chorus: The Blob] If you feeling like it's safe, put ya hands up Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up And forget about the beat, put ya hands up If you really got skills, put ya hands up If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up [Afu-Ra] You see my mind, has a point of view It's I'm unhurtable, or was it thoughts That you would ever think I cater to The combination of a never lyricist, uh-huh Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit I'm technilogical and anger the lip That's right, I'm like Battlestar Galactica Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific Plus the terrific, I'm that kung fu kickin', cee-lo player Mad scientist, I'm with the hidden agenda I'm tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I'm still an Avenger I'm ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck To put your body, in check, so what's up [Chorus] [Don Parmazhane] If I couldn't rap, my shit'll be tapped in marse code Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes Fuck most, I'm the rapper, from down south Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out Treat MC's like kids, put 'em in timeouts Press 'em like tape decks, let them rewind out I'm the best kept secret, D&D done found out You saw me on the news, with the four pound out Five state troopers there, chopped them down Said the found wounded three was upside down Oh shit, what the fuck, Don Parma' done gun out [Chorus] [The Blob] Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero Cease that crap like cee-lo, chico I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo I'm crack, don't let me do that ass, since Debo [Afu-Ra] Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman I rub it on, like a letterman It's spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it's him again [The Blob] Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled Pussy don't push me, or you'll be found in th puddle Now how's that for, a hammerfied huddle [Afu-Ra] Oooh, you dirty rat, I'm stellar If I have to fix it, I'mma kick it acapella Totally time binding, I been ascending Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building [Chorus] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob)
[Intro: The Blob] Yo, Afu, what's up man It is I, Blob, hehehehe The invisible bully, let's show These cats what time it is [Chorus: The Blob] If you feeling like it's safe, put ya hands up Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up And forget about the beat, put ya hands up If you really got skills, put ya hands up If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up [Afu-Ra] You see my mind, has a point of view It's I'm unhurtable, or was it thoughts That you would ever think I cater to The combination of a never lyricist, uh-huh Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit I'm technilogical and anger the lip That's right, I'm like Battlestar Galactica Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific Plus the terrific, I'm that kung fu kickin', cee-lo player Mad scientist, I'm with the hidden agenda I'm tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I'm still an Avenger I'm ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck To put your body, in check, so what's up [Chorus] [Don Parmazhane] If I couldn't rap, my shit'll be tapped in marse code Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes Fuck most, I'm the rapper, from down south Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out Treat MC's like kids, put 'em in timeouts Press 'em like tape decks, let them rewind out I'm the best kept secret, D&D done found out You saw me on the news, with the four pound out Five state troopers there, chopped them down Said the found wounded three was upside down Oh shit, what the fuck, Don Parma' done gun out [Chorus] [The Blob] Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero Cease that crap like cee-lo, chico I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo I'm crack, don't let me do that ass, since Debo [Afu-Ra] Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman I rub it on, like a letterman It's spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it's him again [The Blob] Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled Pussy don't push me, or you'll be found in th puddle Now how's that for, a hammerfied huddle [Afu-Ra] Oooh, you dirty rat, I'm stellar If I have to fix it, I'mma kick it acapella Totally time binding, I been ascending Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building [Chorus] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob)
[Intro: The Blob] Yo, Afu, what's up man It is I, Blob, hehehehe The invisible bully, let's show These cats what time it is [Chorus: The Blob] If you feeling like it's safe, put ya hands up Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up And forget about the beat, put ya hands up If you really got skills, put ya hands up If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up [Afu-Ra] You see my mind, has a point of view It's I'm unhurtable, or was it thoughts That you would ever think I cater to The combination of a never lyricist, uh-huh Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit I'm technilogical and anger the lip That's right, I'm like Battlestar Galactica Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific Plus the terrific, I'm that kung fu kickin', cee-lo player Mad scientist, I'm with the hidden agenda I'm tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I'm still an Avenger I'm ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck To put your body, in check, so what's up [Chorus] [Don Parmazhane] If I couldn't rap, my shit'll be tapped in marse code Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes Fuck most, I'm the rapper, from down south Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out Treat MC's like kids, put 'em in timeouts Press 'em like tape decks, let them rewind out I'm the best kept secret, D&D done found out You saw me on the news, with the four pound out Five state troopers there, chopped them down Said the found wounded three was upside down Oh shit, what the fuck, Don Parma' done gun out [Chorus] [The Blob] Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero Cease that crap like cee-lo, chico I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo I'm crack, don't let me do that ass, since Debo [Afu-Ra] Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman I rub it on, like a letterman It's spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it's him again [The Blob] Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled Pussy don't push me, or you'll be found in th puddle Now how's that for, a hammerfied huddle [Afu-Ra] Oooh, you dirty rat, I'm stellar If I have to fix it, I'mma kick it acapella Totally time binding, I been ascending Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building [Chorus] |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(Chorus)
What's going on what could it be What's going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 1) Poisonous get with this so come and sit with this I speak truth from the mouth so come and get with this Why do you say I type lyrical while I conversate Rockin the mic just for my minerals I take it to the streets for steals pity you Get stoned magical, real, as in my miracles Drip Drop my hip hop yo I'm doin my kung fu stance on one leg like it was hopscotch Blew up the spot when the sound stops rockin they steelin up your nickel bags, well this is tappin Some MCs just yappin and they flapping They listen to your whole album and nothin happen I get a snap before the blind eyes def ears No need for palos my jewel sounds for years (Catch) Yo I make it happen when the sound stops rockin Soon we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo I make it happen once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nickel bags well this is tappin (Verse 2) Rap senses in well it's a begin again Step to me I constellate and I finish 'em finish 'em Realians Vesilians sowinigan Rockin your N Hydrogen and Oxygen Pardon me for steppin on your moccasins Reveiling statements in here to rock your N Unified nations the viatons Set off the satellites Mark off the first space station Magnificent filament I represent The audiovisual ill shit Brake loose crazy legs Houdini perverted realist And I be buggin out (Why's that?) How some MCs can do all those shows And get all that dough and still find time to be thuggin out No diplomatic immunity Your pitidy is perjury For the four uses of the surgery (Catch v. 2) Yo We make it happen once the sound stops poppin Yo We make it happen once the sound stops rockin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 3) Dive into the cosmos And I float and float no need for vehicles my bodies the hose Clear dat throat got that flem Ah Ah Em No need for light skills cause I build my house on a rip Yo wanna fabam this, takular, blackular, establishments my encriments and sentiments is like cement Hardcore deep through the epicenter Speak to a word and clear to a blur You wanna know how we got here? And differenciated forms came together (Catch v.3) Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo we make it happen once the sound stops rockin Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nikel bags well this is tappin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Chorus v.2) Whats going on it seems to me Whats going on what could it be A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your essence Well let me tell you something (chorus v. 3) Whats going on what could it be whats going on its seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your failures Well let me tell you something Your hopes your lifes your essence Well let me tell you something (FADE OUT) |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(Chorus)
What's going on what could it be What's going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 1) Poisonous get with this so come and sit with this I speak truth from the mouth so come and get with this Why do you say I type lyrical while I conversate Rockin the mic just for my minerals I take it to the streets for steals pity you Get stoned magical, real, as in my miracles Drip Drop my hip hop yo I'm doin my kung fu stance on one leg like it was hopscotch Blew up the spot when the sound stops rockin they steelin up your nickel bags, well this is tappin Some MCs just yappin and they flapping They listen to your whole album and nothin happen I get a snap before the blind eyes def ears No need for palos my jewel sounds for years (Catch) Yo I make it happen when the sound stops rockin Soon we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo I make it happen once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nickel bags well this is tappin (Verse 2) Rap senses in well it's a begin again Step to me I constellate and I finish 'em finish 'em Realians Vesilians sowinigan Rockin your N Hydrogen and Oxygen Pardon me for steppin on your moccasins Reveiling statements in here to rock your N Unified nations the viatons Set off the satellites Mark off the first space station Magnificent filament I represent The audiovisual ill shit Brake loose crazy legs Houdini perverted realist And I be buggin out (Why's that?) How some MCs can do all those shows And get all that dough and still find time to be thuggin out No diplomatic immunity Your pitidy is perjury For the four uses of the surgery (Catch v. 2) Yo We make it happen once the sound stops poppin Yo We make it happen once the sound stops rockin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 3) Dive into the cosmos And I float and float no need for vehicles my bodies the hose Clear dat throat got that flem Ah Ah Em No need for light skills cause I build my house on a rip Yo wanna fabam this, takular, blackular, establishments my encriments and sentiments is like cement Hardcore deep through the epicenter Speak to a word and clear to a blur You wanna know how we got here? And differenciated forms came together (Catch v.3) Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo we make it happen once the sound stops rockin Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nikel bags well this is tappin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Chorus v.2) Whats going on it seems to me Whats going on what could it be A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your essence Well let me tell you something (chorus v. 3) Whats going on what could it be whats going on its seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your failures Well let me tell you something Your hopes your lifes your essence Well let me tell you something (FADE OUT) |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(Chorus)
What's going on what could it be What's going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 1) Poisonous get with this so come and sit with this I speak truth from the mouth so come and get with this Why do you say I type lyrical while I conversate Rockin the mic just for my minerals I take it to the streets for steals pity you Get stoned magical, real, as in my miracles Drip Drop my hip hop yo I'm doin my kung fu stance on one leg like it was hopscotch Blew up the spot when the sound stops rockin they steelin up your nickel bags, well this is tappin Some MCs just yappin and they flapping They listen to your whole album and nothin happen I get a snap before the blind eyes def ears No need for palos my jewel sounds for years (Catch) Yo I make it happen when the sound stops rockin Soon we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo I make it happen once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nickel bags well this is tappin (Verse 2) Rap senses in well it's a begin again Step to me I constellate and I finish 'em finish 'em Realians Vesilians sowinigan Rockin your N Hydrogen and Oxygen Pardon me for steppin on your moccasins Reveiling statements in here to rock your N Unified nations the viatons Set off the satellites Mark off the first space station Magnificent filament I represent The audiovisual ill shit Brake loose crazy legs Houdini perverted realist And I be buggin out (Why's that?) How some MCs can do all those shows And get all that dough and still find time to be thuggin out No diplomatic immunity Your pitidy is perjury For the four uses of the surgery (Catch v. 2) Yo We make it happen once the sound stops poppin Yo We make it happen once the sound stops rockin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 3) Dive into the cosmos And I float and float no need for vehicles my bodies the hose Clear dat throat got that flem Ah Ah Em No need for light skills cause I build my house on a rip Yo wanna fabam this, takular, blackular, establishments my encriments and sentiments is like cement Hardcore deep through the epicenter Speak to a word and clear to a blur You wanna know how we got here? And differenciated forms came together (Catch v.3) Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo we make it happen once the sound stops rockin Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nikel bags well this is tappin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Chorus v.2) Whats going on it seems to me Whats going on what could it be A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your essence Well let me tell you something (chorus v. 3) Whats going on what could it be whats going on its seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your failures Well let me tell you something Your hopes your lifes your essence Well let me tell you something (FADE OUT) |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
(Afu-Ra)
The key is self mastery, mentally and physically Escapin dramas, plaguin the world, it's never easy, G Society is straight up, set up to hurt you Indirectly, with God logic, it's diabolic Let me kick it most importantly trick-nology Leave that similac alone, breast feed your seeds The gift of motherhood, you pass on your antibodies Defense against sickness, unwanted virus Realize we came to this land by savage pirates Never migrated, forced dehydrated Instrumental tools, so knowledge dilapidated Forced to bring it back, the most high heals the wounds From the time you conceived, to the day you lay in tombs Reeducate thy self from spoken fables Descendants of the kings and queens who made it stable Whose anatomy contains royal genealogy You're no the minority, the unseen majority Communicatin brother to brother before a dialect Developed longevity, built the first community Understood the science of healin through herbology First open heart surgery was under King Zoasa Erectin pyramids livin off the Nile River There's so many unknown facts about self, I shiver I stop a second, think to myself, it make me quiver I must reach right inside of the self and just deliver Rays of light of the Sun, through the stratus Peace as I release this apparatus (Chorus) Mastery, mentally and physically Mastery, mentally and physically Mastery, mentally and physically Mastery, mentally and physically Escapin dramas plaguin the world is never easy G Mastery, mentally and physically Mastery, mentally and physically Mastery, mentally and physically Escapin dramas plaguin the world is never easy G |
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from Afu-Ra - Body Of The Life Force (2000)
(Intro: sample, Afu-Ra)
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, ignition sequence start Say it, assassin, assassin, one, take it again" Soul Assassins, Afu-Ra, yo, this how we do (Afu-Ra) You never heard of this, murderous, mic style superb with this Burn with this, learn with this, you couldn't swerve with this Or speed up on me in a high speed chase Shift the clutch and what, bump chumps, I rip it up I'm hangin corners, type ship like Lamborghini You couldn't see me, solar rays scorch Houdini You know my essence, hip hop and energy Soul Assassinate ya, never hate ya It's deep thought, while you drink my Henneccy This deep sport, right where the winners be I'm takin over, sounds glide like genocide I'm never sober, write my rhymes, like a roller It's so much colder, as you bounce into the lunar Don't be confused a second to get your wreck in Afu riggity Ra hit intersections (Chorus 2X) Don't make me wanna walk a winner Walk it iller, stalk a sinner, walk beginners (Afu-Ra) You can't stop the shiverin, quiverin, while I'm deliverin Unique stacks, put wack back, I came to bring Microcosmic author, comin forth here, killa Mess around, you get stuck like Orca nigga Frontin like you was the boss and illa Britches got too big, don't make have to walk a sinner Next day maybe they have to come and chalk a winner One to tens is straight ate for dinner I don't devour, straight restricted to my roughage Bang like Yamaha, hooker to 1200s Stealth mode, cloak my dagger like a Klingon Soul Assassination, bring it on, yeah (Chorus 4X) (Afu-Ra) You catch a mind bleed, eyes bleed, your ears bleed Your nose bleed, battle wit me, rhymes bleed My ship is stainless, orbits next your Uranus AS long as you know, train freeze likes of Pluto My wordplay firm-lay, in Zero gravi-tay I be the dentist and you, you be the cavi-tay Or neurosurgeon, brain work pathogen Fro your consumption, first thing is oxygen Throwin out 4 pages to be box ya in Lock ya in, rock ya sin, you'll see directions in Lifestyles, young urban perceptions Don't seek exception, touchin all side of the waters I dominate, accelerate, illuminate Exuberate, and motivate, exasperate (Chorus 4X) |
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from Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio (2006)
(Big Daddy Kane)
F**k playin games, I start takin names Shake ya frame, time to start payin Kane Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin names Give you official in the middle initial Yes we do the thang, don't care who we bang Quick to bring the belt out on cats like Pootytang I'm that, new we in, mighty supreme being Names that you thought had heart, but seen fleeing (Afu-Ra) Rap sire, never tire, call me Messiah I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire The type to cross the street, in the cross fire Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do Now we can go shot for shot, verse for verse Worse gets worse, I put you in a hearse (Chorus: Afu-Ra (Big Daddy Kane) (Cause it's a stick up!) Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up (Cause it's a stick up!) Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up (Cause it's a stick up!) Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up (Cause it's a stick up!) Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Hands in the air, before you get slapped up (Afu-Ra) Now hit 'em up, knock 'em in the bread basket You get dap quick f**king with my mack shit Around the corner, cats with four faces They scheme and plot, I'm like one shot block Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices I'm breakin out tonight, I'm makin moves kid Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true Your beef'll stop when my judo chop chop (Big Daddy Kane) We can do it any you want, let's get it on So, say ya blessings unless you know your lessons If you do baby, you better yell those off Feel these elbows, run those shell toes Slip a not at all, don't bust one shot at all Because I go with extra strength like Tylenol Once connected with Afu, and you know we attack Come together like Kobe and Shaq (Chorus) (Afu-Ra) A to the F to the U, to the R to the A I pull out steel on tracks like everyday (Big Daddy Kane) Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here Play your plee's, just a crook over here (Afu-Ra) Look over there, cat's is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy Cover me son, yo I'm gettin busy (Big Daddy Kane) Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire (Afu-Ra) Slap fire out ya ass 'cause you gettin too gas I know my math and I mix it with the razzel-taz Hide your bling bling, you ain't down with God And all the wolves know you left without your body guards (Big Daddy Kane) How could it not be hard, we swell dee-sel Pee-pel feel hell, neck and back like e-zell Niggas wanna re-bail, follow the dust to the mist Come and get it, now who's f**kin with this? (Chorus 2x) |
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