Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Livin Like Dat , by - Afu-Ra. Release date: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Livin Like Dat |
| First and foremost, I be the funneling punishing |
| Lyrical acrobat, whose quite astonishing |
| Solar stance on the track, mentals to try me |
| I snatch your heart right out your chest like Priest Pai Mei |
| Free from the Killa Bee, who is this I.T.T |
| With enough cheese, from the city where they rip the beast |
| With techniques, he seek, build or destroy |
| White toe on his tag, snatch his flag |
| Ref techniques, from the force of the transcontinental |
| Monumental, snatch your soul or your mental |
| Diamond mic splittin', that’s right, the unforgiven |
| Flying guillotine, rip my raps, where the Killa’s at? |
| We straight out the basement |
| Double shotgun, left his brains on the pavement |
| Tasted, the cement ear, he smell it when it’s deep |
| You know when to tuck your heat |
| And start creep, through the streets with the |
| Become gangsta (murderer) |
| Pick up a toolie out the area (murderer) |
| Become gangsta (murderer) |
| Still livin' like dat, dat, dat |
| I get wicked when I spit it, see the picket signs |
| Lines of people, they wanna hear it |
| The dart with the eye in kamosi |
| Special guest star, Jamel Irief, Afu-Ra |
| Exhibition, mic spar, for the televised fans |
| Across the nations, so steal at ten bases |
| Spin around scratching his crown, gun down |
| Another sound boy for dead, step in the chamber |
| Something like Thrilla Manila, but it’s iller |
| It’s been a long time, stunnin' and gunnin', let’s make it simple |
| Fifty strikes, light up the mic, make it official |
| Live your lessons, don’t bring your hood up in the temple |
| Masterin' styles, the spinning kicks and the tripped out physic |
| Perverted Monks, shining the light, y’all be holding this |
| My art of design, is silver surf through the cosmo’s |
| I lightsabe my ways, so my flow’s can float |
| My quest for this zest, so yes, to be the rhyme most |
| Become gangsta (murderer) |
| Pick up a toolie out the area (murderer) |
| Become gangsta (murderer) |
| Still livin' like dat, dat, dat |
| No man, no army can calm me, if he cross |
| He just lost a bet of his life, sent the wrong kite |
| Watch it where you moving at night, but either way |
| In the day, you still pray, any way you lay your head |
| Super kinetic and magnetic, who ready to set it |
| One with the sun, now tell my mind to take control of the planets |
| Blazed with the heat behind stars, that’s ultraviolet |
| I’m ready to ride hardcore, just like my style is |
| Press the vernacular, of the highest stature |
| My lyrical dycatomy --- spectacular |
| Blum-blum, give it to 'em raw |
| Listen to the brothers who get rugged and raw |