Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God Of Rap , by - Afu-Ra. Song from the album State Of The Arts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.2005
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
God Of Rap |
| 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 |
| «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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |