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Tytuł: Warfare

  • Wykonawca: Afu-Ra
  • Wy¶wietleń: 242
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   Now it's about to be talked about
  
   [Afu-Ra]
   You're gettin slapped by my grammar
   Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama
   I'm under cover, make moves like no other
   In dark alleys, you're gettin opened from your belly
   I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna skelly
   I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy & I be
   Mashin out crews of bad dudes for nothin
   Or cuz they frontin, they corny style, I show 'em somethin
   A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear
   I'm scrubbin down, this hip hop shit's infested
   Too many niggas sexin the mic, they not protected
   Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested
   The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
   It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic
   Cause M.O.P. and Afu-Ra, shits bionic
  
   [Chorus]
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
  
   [Lil Fame]
   Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on
   It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long
   Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is
   It's that back yard bangin shit, that I rocked for the kids
   Clack clack, move son I got nothin to lose son
   There's a million and one ways to die, choose one
   Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass
   I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass
   Now Afu-Ra split em in half with the sword
   You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board
   Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee
   We live and direct from New York City
   I'm a stretch a nigga, so you better get your weapon
   Stop yappin with ya dick in your hand, and start steppin
   Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
   This is war here, and we gettin it on all year, biatch
  
   [Chorus]
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
  
   [Billy Danze]
   Let's take a trip down burner bark lane
   Where the innocent get slain
   And what you visualize will ruin your brain
   A lot a blood sweat & tears, pain
   Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does it's muthafuckin thing
   Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit open you
   And put two under your hat
   and as you lay flat, just another nigga whacked
   Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back
   And your outta here, lights out, game over
   You said you wanted to live life as a soldier
   I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and downs
   We on force, to run a crash course, and blast off rhymes
   And of course we have emotions inside, yeah
   That's just some shit that we been trained to hide
   You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow
   Talk low, this ain't no muthafuckin talk show, this is
  
   [Chorus]
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   It's warfare, against any that come up on me
   Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
  
   [Outro]
   Fire!!