paroles de chanson Hip Hop - Afu-Ra
Yo
yo
yo
yo
Y'all
want
some
hip
hop,
then
holler
HELL
YEAH
Y'all
want
some
hip
hop,
then
scream
HELL
YEAH
Feel
this
hip
hop,
and
yell
HELL
YEAH
Y'all
know
we
'bout
to
bring
it
here,
fake
cats
get
up
outta
here
See
whatcha
like
gimme
the
mic
I'm
rippin
and
flippin
and
grippin
it
tight
Say
whatcha
like,
don't
play
with
me
right?
I
ride
your
chain
from
day
to
night
Head
first
with
a
verse
You
see
my
excerpts
got
eskimos
in
igloos
sweatin
and
seek
in
search
In
self-worth,
through
the
knowledge
that
all
age
enter
the
earth
Till
the
devils
and
his
dogs
I
fool
I'll
be
the
fuckin
curse
Spit
fire
more
fire
with
my
nigga
Fire
I
backflip
blindfolded
on
a
highwire
Then
fall
back
on
my
team
and
dream
of
lividcism
I
met
Noah
before
the
ark
and
started
rhymin
with
him
If
I
wanted
to
flow
with
him
reactin
like
a
cataclysm
And
shockwavin
my
rights
into
the
system
Now
set
trippin
and
sweatin
the
aesthetics
The
chick's
beef
hits
your
ass
up
like
diabetics
I
bet
it
gets,
I
wrestle
it,
second
album
be
the
predicate
No
mismatches,
no
maxin
or
relaxin
Toast
with
the
awesome
two,
break
it
like
your
fractions
Peep
the
equation,
these
Pythagorean
thereom
I
know
the
science
for
the
metals
and
all
the
plenums
Until
you
hate
it,
young
children
have
been
mutilated
It
looks
good
and
some
of
y'all
be
desecratin
Incineratin
wastin
your
state
in
the
outer
space
It's
wicked
right
I
hit
it
right
slice
doors
with
a
butter
knife
I'm
makin
moves
on
the
mic
like
I
was
dice
Y'all
want
some
hip
hop,
then
holler
HELL
YEAH
Y'all
want
some
hip
hop,
then
scream
HELL
YEAH
Feel
this
hip
hop,
and
yell
HELL
YEAH
Y'all
know
we
'bout
to
bring
it
here,
we
transcend
we
outta
here
Tippin
you
off
bringin
it
forth,
knowledge
be
the
jump-off
Wax
on
wax
off,
liquid
form-I
turn
to
hot
sauce
While
some
may
want
they
salad
tossed
I
can
bust
like
Matatov
Now
get
your
saddle
off,
quit
bustin,
no
towelin
off
Some
pip
squeaks
in
the
game
night
ride
like
Hasslehoff
Stand
back
to
your
skin
and
feel
my
G-force
Tic
tac
toein
I
keep
it
flowin
and
flowin
No
need
for
detonators
my
shit
be
mind
blowin
Blind
the
sights
likes
of
Ihmotep
Flippin
the
script
ring
the
alarm
like
Ghengis
Khan
Who
rocks
all
takes
all
kick
it
like
Win
Chaw
Or
ping
pong
crackin
the
mic,
the
dreaded
King
Kong
Y'all
want
some
hip
hop,
then
holler
HELL
YEAH
Y'all
want
some
hip
hop,
then
scream
HELL
YEAH
Feel
this
hip
hop,
and
yell
HELL
YEAH
Y'all
know
we
'bout
to
bring
it
here,
we
transcend
we
outta
here
1 Asun/The Message
2 Stick Up
3 Hip Hop
4 Crossfire
5 Lyrical Monster
6 Miss You
7 Perverted Monks
8 Ghetto City Streets (skit)
9 1, 2, 3
10 Think Before You...
11 Aural Fixation
12 Sacred Wars
13 Dangerous Language
14 Blvd.
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