Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sacred Wars, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Life Force Radio, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 20.05.2002
Record label: Koch, Motor
Song language: English
Sacred Wars |
Yo, Afu, what’s up man |
It is I, Blob, hehehehe |
The invisible bully, let’s show |
These cats what time it is |
If you feeling like it’s safe, put ya hands up |
Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up |
Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up |
And forget about the beat, put ya hands up |
If you really got skills, put ya hands up |
If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up |
If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up |
If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up |
You see my mind, has a point of view |
It’s I’m unhurtable, or was it thoughts |
That you would ever think I cater to |
The combination of a never lyricist, uh-huh |
Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit |
I’m technilogical and anger the lip |
That’s right, I’m like Battlestar Galactica |
Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific |
Plus the terrific, I’m that kung fu kickin', cee-lo player |
Mad scientist, I’m with the hidden agenda |
I’m tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I’m still an Avenger |
I’m ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck |
To put your body, in check, so what’s up |
If I couldn’t rap, my shit’ll be tapped in marse code |
Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes |
Fuck most, I’m the rapper, from down south |
Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth |
The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out |
Treat MC’s like kids, put 'em in timeouts |
Press 'em like tape decks, let them rewind out |
I’m the best kept secret, D&D done found out |
You saw me on the news, with the four pound out |
Five state troopers there, chopped them down |
Said the found wounded three was upside down |
Oh shit, what the fuck, Don Parma' done gun out |
Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero |
Cease that crap like cee-lo, chico |
I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo |
I’m crack, don’t let me do that ass, since Debo |
Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman |
I rub it on, like a letterman |
It’s spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon |
Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it’s him again |
Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle |
Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled |
Pussy don’t push me, or you’ll be found in th puddle |
Now how’s that for, a hammerfied huddle |
Oooh, you dirty rat, I’m stellar |
If I have to fix it, I’mma kick it acapella |
Totally time binding, I been ascending |
Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building |