Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Think before you ..., artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Life Force Radio, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 20.05.2002
Record label: Koch, Motor
Song language: English
Think before you ... |
| Use caution, son, ey |
| You better watch the friends you keep, yo, ey |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, do better, son |
| Careful how you walk these streets, yo |
| Setting and betting, he drip drop dodge the felonies |
| Taught him and trained, straight up playin' on these melodies |
| Thinkin' he’s straight up, but sprayin' on these melodies |
| I bounce on keys, from here, to A to Z |
| Pages of life, turned created the breeze |
| Force hittin' my knees, fire burns a zillion degrees |
| Each one, teach one, that goes for self |
| Tighten my belt, picture desires, in life, I watch it melt |
| Let it fill alone, I sizzle, and grizzle and put it on |
| It’s still my mic, confuse, like the a-bomb |
| It’s gettin' drastic, D, I use my wizardry |
| And straight up, the microphone in telepathy |
| You better think before you wack |
| You better watch the way you talk |
| I get crazy after dark |
| I’m type wicked with my art |
| Let me just say, the way it’s going, it’s like |
| Everybody, showing, how some of them |
| Just keep on informin', on themselves, selves, selves |
| Mistrust, the justice is chasing us |
| Your only intentions is to be breakin' us |
| Uh, crooked cops on the block, straight up, is framin' us |
| So annoy yourself, watch yourself, I keep your a-pole |
| Before me left, you layin', now you want blood pool |
| You seem quick, you loose lips, we sink ships, ey |
| We got that nuff mix, so come yourself, and run this |
| You heard, hit the word, it’s the style, it’s perverted |
| We get loose on this track, and then we splurge, kid |
| We out of mind, or we just don’t care |
| Shoot 'em in the head, to bust they dead, we gettin' weary |
| Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh-puh, we have nuff shots to share |
| You know I did it again, I do it again |
| I do it again, past tense, yo, I did it again |
| What, how could I come with that influential |
| Quintisential, pore puzzles created by molecules |
| I take it round and round, now round and round |
| Flexin' Blackie Chan up in your part of town |
| Yo, this be the buttoned down, massive, come, come now |
| Hear this, them tighter you no wanna miss |
| Through out court, out the fire, but you did the chris |
| Lyrics annoint, we hit the target every time, son |
| Use your mind, to overcome, slip the grounds, son |
| My protocon, is profound, son |