A-F-R-O - Aware of Alot lyrics
[A-F-R-O - Aware of Alot lyrics]
Ayo
The microphone stood on the stage
I looked in amazement
I would say that I fell in love with the bass
The combination of the beats, and streets
And drug message
Put an influence on my style and my image
So I -
Grasp the mic, ask to write divine poetry and
Transform the mothafucka into
Somethin' holdin' me
Closely together
And embedded with the effort
Set in steps in the letter
Severin' the margin
To the right corner
Typed foreign words seem different
The flow seemed coated on the notebook paper
But then again I ask myself
If I'm capable and
Able to, go far in this dream that I have
Not just in rap, but to laugh and live life
But how the fuck can I do
That? The world's on my back
It's a testament I have
To endlessly encounter
No doubt the gun clout
Troubled me somethin' awful
Flashbacks to black hats
And black cats staring at me
Aware that I'm the figure
With the trigger finger
But
There's an internal battle goin' on
In which the half of me is gone
This actually a tragedy song
Deception seems to be my only enemy, but
The only friends of mine
That genuine are melodies
They each contend to be a
Memory for steady ease
As the best of me caresses
Energy with tested mentality
The baddest emcee travels through
The lone desert
As his mind race through high measures
His life exit's
From those that compose stress
Bless each his own weakness and
Bring down a strength, he get beat down
Enough of the nonsense
A-F-R-O has a guilty conscience
His life is hardened and darkened
Getting darker by the second
This album a prime example
Imagine me at a way older age
The microphone stood on the stage
I looked in amazement
I would say that I fell in love with the bass
The combination of the beats, and streets
And drug message
Put an influence on my style and my image
So I -
Grasp the mic, ask to write divine poetry and
Transform the mothafucka into
Somethin' holdin' me
Closely together
And embedded with the effort
Set in steps in the letter
Severin' the margin
To the right corner
Typed foreign words seem different
The flow seemed coated on the notebook paper
But then again I ask myself
If I'm capable and
Able to, go far in this dream that I have
Not just in rap, but to laugh and live life
But how the fuck can I do
That? The world's on my back
It's a testament I have
To endlessly encounter
No doubt the gun clout
Troubled me somethin' awful
Flashbacks to black hats
And black cats staring at me
Aware that I'm the figure
With the trigger finger
But
There's an internal battle goin' on
In which the half of me is gone
This actually a tragedy song
Deception seems to be my only enemy, but
The only friends of mine
That genuine are melodies
They each contend to be a
Memory for steady ease
As the best of me caresses
Energy with tested mentality
The baddest emcee travels through
The lone desert
As his mind race through high measures
His life exit's
From those that compose stress
Bless each his own weakness and
Bring down a strength, he get beat down
Enough of the nonsense
A-F-R-O has a guilty conscience
His life is hardened and darkened
Getting darker by the second
This album a prime example
Imagine me at a way older age