Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sucka Free, 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
Sucka Free |
Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular |
Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blacula |
Step back, get ya neck fractured by the rapture |
Get choked out to the beat, by the manufucturer |
And I ain’t here to laugh at ya, I’m just here to mash |
Like potatoes, flush ya fucking flow down the drain yo |
Let’s get it on, let’s get it gully, get it ugly |
East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this |
I’m hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound |
That knock niggas down, then run clowns outta town |
My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors |
You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces |
As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb’s on ya girl’s face, kid |
Slap the taste out ya mouth, from the Boogie Down |
To the southern most tempted down south |
There’s six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count? |
I never fake no moves, I just my thing |
(Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now) |
When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo |
With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo |
Que paso? |
I be the sharpest capolo |
I ride over the ruggedest tracks, stack a Tahoe |
Maybe a Bronco, or even a Durango |
I MC for life, that’s right, I do my thing, yo |
Bang bang, yo, back 'em on the chain gang |
Yo, I wanna spit it for my people, so I can let 'em know |
I never ripped it, to show off that I’m nicest |
My instinct, is insinc, plus it’s timeless |
And the light I shine, dog, is ultraviolet |
A night catch a sun tan, man, where my rhyme hits |
My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable |
I’m light weight, but I can put you in the hospital |
Hittin' up the collective, or individuals |
I’m like an eighth covered in crystal, I’m gonna hit you |
So I’m the shit, huh? |
Now I’m Down like a Black Hawk |
Everywhere I go, like I’m walking on the catwalk |
I wax it, and tax it, I’m doing the kung fu kick |
Holding my dick, like Michael Jackson |
Yowser yowser yowser, the more you can bounce to count |
That everybody feel the power, you know? |
I step on the stage, my mic like a lightsaber |
Blast through the Seran Vega, then I jump off the wall |
As I take it to your face, like Vega |
Now who wanna contest the champion sound? |
With the crown from the underground, ready to fuckin' put it down |
Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn’t get with the |
Lyrical elixir, I be the victor |
Beyond, and bless the mic so glorious |
And go 'head and dust off your rust |
I leave you stiff as a statue, boy, standing in the dust |