Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All That, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Body Of The Life Force, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
All That |
| 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 mutated 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |