Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dynamite, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song State Of The Arts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
Dynamite |
| I put my ears to the streets, and got hostile |
| A-F-U, I’mma 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 niggas, 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 |
| 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 niggas 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) |
| 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’mma 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 |
| 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 |
| Yup, spread out, but wait |
| I’m on your body, yeah, yeah |
| We came to mash up the whole party |