Rap stack, spectacular with the vernacular. Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula. Step back, get your neck fractured by the rapture. Get choked out to the beat by the manufacturer.
samples: "Now here in the studio... where its all knuckles and know how... but when that red light goes off... just a friendly word of advice..". . [Afu-Ra].
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. 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.
[Intro: sample, Afu-Ra]. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, ignition sequence start. Say it, assassin, assassin, one, take it again". Soul Assassins, Afu-Ra, yo, this how we do.
Fuck playin' games, I start takin' names. Shake ya frame, time to start payin' Kane. Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin' names. . Give you official in the middle initial.
What's going on what could it be. What's going on it seems to me. A sense of focus focus. I know somebody knows this. Your life your path your essence.
[Afu-Ra]. The key is self mastery, mentally and physically. Escapin dramas, plaguin the world, it's never easy, G. Society is straight up, set up to hurt you.
[Afu-Ra]. You wanna roll with the alphanumerical. Lyrical, serial syllable killa wit the realness. Feel this, mix tape shots, I peal this. Ayatollah, strike like Casanova.
[Man's voice]. The end...justifies the means. Two-two-two wrongs...make, a right. I-I should come first, in this nation. . [Q]. You gotta readjust the means.
I'm a problem child, I'm my own worst enemy. No matter what happens in life, precise and nothing scares me. Even the bombs is exploding all around me.
Perverted Monks style. '99 Style, know what I'm sayin?. Comin at cha, this how we do. . Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic. No shadows on my kicks too much Chi horrific.
Back in the days, I never snatched pocket books. I just snatch your mind up with the flow and the hook. That's right, be on alert, comin' faster. Corny MC's, body snatcher with the rapture.
Perverted monks style. '99 style, know what I'm sayin'?. Comin' at cha, this how we do. . Paraplegic, my fightin' stance, too strategic. No shadows on my kicks too much chi-horrific.
Well, I just wanna ride with you. Well, I just wanna ride with you. Well, I just wanna roll with you. . Hey, hey, hey, we light it up everyday. And always seem to go when something fresh to say.
[DJ Premier scratches]. . Pure microphone magic. Carving up mc's, straight up torch their weak embellishments. Getting it. Put it on. Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow.
[Intro: DJ Premier]. Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force. Yo, you know how I do son (yeah). Yeah, so why don't you (yeah). Get on this mic and represent one time.
[Hook 4X: samples scratched by DJ Premier]. "Uprising surprising". "Knowledge wisdom understanding". . [Afu-Ra]. Smooth like Johnny Cochran, I keep it movin through Brooklyn.
Cradled in the womb of the metropolis, dodging hell swarm. Vision of going to heaven, nothing can stop this. Although I'm optimistic, balance it with being realistic.
Yo, go straight rockin' it. Hit the block with it, chess boxin' it. If I can't shoot it, I ox it. And I'm reppin' for Brooklyn, tools in my rocket. Broke right outta my cage, I'm gonna rock it.
Lyrical gangsta, murderer. Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer. Lyrical gangsta, murderer. Still livin' like dat. . Lyrical gangsta, murderer. Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer.