Afu-Ra

[Afu-Ra]
Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular
Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula
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 niggaz 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?
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I never fake no moves, I just my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now)
[Afu-Ra]
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