Afu-ra - D D Soundclash Lyrics
(* taken from album booklet)[ steele ]Feel this, feel thisBrooklyns in the houseBrooklyns in the house[ verse 1: steele of cocoa brovas ]S-t, supreme teacher, read you like a preacherSeat you down, make you pay close attention to my etherMy aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awakeLovin to hate, but we still elevateMassagin the brain, utilize the wisdom containedThrough the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintainSome nights I walk with the understanding, build cypherLike charles bronson, vigilante ready to snipe yaIgnite the marihuana, roll a cigar from havanaTony santana, smokin in the coco cabanaOr in the sauna, after doing my calisthenicsUniversal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexistAccepting my blessings, remembering my lessonsTake my dogs suggestions when he told me keep my smith & wessonFor protection, the streets is watching and they testinThey know when youre frontin and when youre representin[ chorus ]Its not where you be or how you beOr who you be or what you gotUnique sounds, grounds is hotWe comin through, we tidal waves in this rap shitNow how you be, now who you be and where you be?[ verse 2: afu-ra ]You wanna get with the brothers thats the illest?The microphone have sex with my lyricsHit shit off, first move is doggy styleNo premature ejaculation, last for a whileFlippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positionsGrabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missionsCrazy - nah, Im not that type of brotherMy verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbersI heard youre drippin, your rap style got gonorrheaExploitations of nations, look at this, its here, yoSeven days around the clock ass all in the videosI know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yoBut this is hip-hop, stop it, go make a pornoNot player-hatin, on the mic Im player-scrapinNobody seen it, whole eons change to zenithsI bounce styles thats sexual, plus Im intellectualThoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritualI got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydroI just sit back on tracks and let it flow[ chorus ][ verse 3: tek of cocoa brovas ]I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a phonta leafYou know its beef when you gettin stomped losin teethBecause you sweet and aint got no claims to the streetYouse the type to get shot and go explain to the copsCome to court every day, make sure a nigga get lockedBut I thought you had that big glock that you bust a whole lotThen why my niggas sittin up in that little cell block?Im tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akesNiggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apesLove to see me down and out, blood in my mouthSteez all sweated out, tied up in my houseCan I live and still give, take my team on sprees?Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top vs?You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the dickWhen b.g.s. is the squad, the dice stay on the six[ verse 4: jahdan ]Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bonesDem ah search dem seven seas, dem ah throw stick and stoneM-mh, dey gonna melt like snow coneDa minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdownWell some ah said dem ah star, dem love carDem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach farBut nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goonCartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tuneA-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn demWe gonna steer far from demI know that we are kings and we love nice thingsBut we not sell out fi no diamond ringYo, I got da lord in ah mi mindSo any which part mi come, mi ah go shineTrust me, we dont fear nothinSo dont boost up yourself like you are gon do me somethinMi turn dem off like mi turn of mi lightJah control di better part of mi life
