So everybody that's really to roll, get ready to eat Because I'm cookin' on this track, yo I said hey, hey, hey, hey You know I be the God of rap, they
Translation: Afu-Ra. God Of Rap.
Translation: High School High soundtrack. Inspectah Deck F U-God, Street Thug - Semi-Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket.
Translation: High School High soundtrack. Semi-automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket [inspectah Deck F U-god, Street Thug].
s really to roll, get ready to eat Because I'm cooking on this track yo [Chorus: Afu-Ra] "I said hey hey hey hey" You know I be the god of the rap, the
[Verse 1] So the doctor tells me I'm positive, I'm reckless How would you feel, nigga if you found out you was infected? Ask him to run the test again
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over This goes out to all the macks in the industry Huh, alright roll the tape (Yo, rest day ain'
im still standin.. this for the rap gods.. (andre) i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew horns and maybe thats why mc's rock me like porn flowin
I'm saying If when I say what I mean Even when I'm surrounded by the fakers From one of the greatest sinners Blessed with most of God's graces Who made
Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet
like a fanny pack Chasing the stardom will turn you into a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I cant even act They pull their cameras out and God damn
, we are You can call me Caesar in a dark CSAR Please follow the leader, so Eric B. we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the god, peace god Uh
the check though?) and he's still pretty mad But, this time he brought someone else with him and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god
do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest Rap
vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap
don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God
Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars without losin' focus These rap
