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    Afu-Ra / Lyrics

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    "All That" Lyrics


    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

    Avoid the Devil's army, they want to harm me
    Salute to the Gulliani, crack babies, and zombies
    Parkin lots, and drug spots, in the pots are coke rocks
    A million in the building, buildings protected by more blocks
    Young childs, ghost smiles, money clips colored vials

    Stash fifty, in the world of Bird City the warranters
    Send the foreigners the coroners
    A mess no vest multiplied wounds on chest
    Invest in free markets, cream cheese and pockets
    Three keys to a promise, stash keys in compartments
    Desert eagle my targets, hit ya lease I spark ti
    We get the drop on ya spot, make it hot and unlock it
    Firearms make fireworks, I wonder where lies lurk
    We bloodied up your shirt, all you saw was the fire spark
    I'm one of too many, who get amped off Henny
    Puttin cowards in cemeteries, kill Willies for pennies

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Hannibal Stax]
    Sex, butchery meat rack material, superior
    Crank that shit amplify the whole scenario
    Off the level live or in stereo

    Young hustle to stay ahead of step
    From where your best bet is to rep yours, repetitiously
    Cuz this veteran will thrash to wreck yours, repetitiously
    If ever you get at me on some bullshit, flash quick
    Exactly who the fuck I got pull with
    Autographed it for Big number one with a bullet
    Expressin black glove love hood it down, how I put it down
    This style ain't never been shit to me, why would it now?
    I come forth with gun smoke, no petty read ya bound by honor
    That I merk you in the hunt for a dollar
    Alive on the strength of Power U
    Divine Karma, Allah's armor see you keep fraudulatin
    I'll sick my wolves in your basement, with loaded shell casings

    [Chorus 2X]
    This song was submitted on December 11th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Aaron Phillip, Demetrius Gibbs, Lerone Idlett, Stephen Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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