Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warfare, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Body Of The Life Force, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Warfare |
Hahahahahaha |
Now it’s about to be talked about |
You’re gettin slapped by my grammar |
Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama |
I’m under cover, make moves like no other |
In dark alleys, you’re gettin opened from your belly |
I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna skelly |
I know you’re jelly, because Fame, Billy & I be |
Mashin out crews of bad dudes for nothin |
Or cuz they frontin, they corny style, I show 'em somethin |
A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear |
I’m scrubbin down, this hip hop shit’s infested |
Too many niggas sexin the mic, they not protected |
Don’t get infected, like a child that’s been molested |
The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
It’s picture perfect, blaze your mind like it’s chronic |
Cause M.O.P. |
and Afu-Ra, shits bionic |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on |
It’s a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long |
Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is |
It’s that back yard bangin shit, that I rocked for the kids |
Clack clack, move son I got nothin to lose son |
There’s a million and one ways to die, choose one |
Hit or miss, it won’t matter to peel yo ass |
I’m still left with a million ways to kill yo ass |
Now Afu-Ra split em in half with the sword |
You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board |
Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee |
We live and direct from New York City |
I’m a stretch a nigga, so you better get your weapon |
Stop yappin with ya dick in your hand, and start steppin |
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare |
This is war here, and we gettin it on all year, biatch |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
Let’s take a trip down burner bark lane |
Where the innocent get slain |
And what you visualize will ruin your brain |
A lot a blood sweat & tears, pain |
Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does it’s muthafuckin thing |
Bang bang, just like that, the man’ll slit open you |
And put two under your hat |
And as you lay flat, just another nigga whacked |
Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back |
And your outta here, lights out, game over |
You said you wanted to live life as a soldier |
I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and downs |
We on force, to run a crash course, and blast off rhymes |
And of course we have emotions inside, yeah |
That’s just some shit that we been trained to hide |
You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow |
Talk low, this ain’t no muthafuckin talk show, this is |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
It’s warfare, against any that come up on me |
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn’t do me |
Fire! |