Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Of Rap, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song State Of The Arts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |