A-F-R-O - Dealing in Lyrics lyrics
[A-F-R-O - Dealing in Lyrics lyrics]
I been told worse
The cold swerves from the flow arch
I go apart from shown foes
Decoded by their own heart
I've sewn the injuries compared, embedded
Whether together
I said it with error, the reign of terror
Complains forever
Been labeled as unable to
Create a masterful tone
Acronym zone
Half you rappers go back
And forth like ping-pong
You call this sing-song shit? All
This is my conscience
This ain't no obvious kindergarten
Ding dong ditch
I'm positive
No disease represents this entity
Selfishly instead intended to
Be fed intensity
Bone density
The phone alone holds attention span
I speak with preachin' and teachin'
Lyricism in hand
Keeps me glad
But I'll combust in such destruction
Practically nothin'
Mathematically graphin' raps assumptions
Accurate with punchlines
Rhymes line in ordered fashion
Sort of had distorted magic
Inappropriate like pornographic
Images and content
A-F-R-O's all but small and dense
I make common sense with large intent
In all suspense
I'm all defense
Offense brought me back to reality
Back to the lab where raps
Attach to my mentality
You all cowards seem to bleed schemes dry
Meaning my rhymes speak in divine terms
And words'll reach to the sky
I divide funny notion
Stampin' on something dumb gross
Like a white blonde focused on
Tampons and blood flow
The fastest
You haven't turned my rap off yet?
Good, I'm getting to the point
Of all rap context
The Mack cause depth
A-F-R-O's raps'll stack all steps
And track objects
Who's wack with last laugh off-set
Serendipity defends the message, direct
And hence the safety
Engage in the way that I display any savoring
I'm meditating Buddha, hospitality Luda
Call me Schwarzenegger, but it's not a tumor
What's the worse the verse
Can disperse and release?
I speak peace which an
Emcee should do frequently
Infinite prestige is the game that
I aim to claim
The track drags me into fanaticism ravagely
Actually, the raps have tracked, in fact
To have the man in me
Entrapped in speed
In which the lyrics half fast as me
What is the point if you don't understand?
Why is the man in the sand -
Not spittin' his grammar and stammers
And heard
Of the words and his manners
And workin' his raps advanced
In enough dread?
Has corrupted enough heads
Some dead
But some said that some dread helps them
Felt dim as the lights shine through
The cell of a prison
But there's no light to begin with
It's negative energy
Ya see, what ya gotta do, Bub
Is keep movin' forward
Wack rappers hit the brick wall
Spit out manure
The maneuver - is higher than
Any kind of retirement
I'm higher
Making gadgets and shit just like MacGuyver
My mind's enlightened with fire
Decides to write in the cypher
Entirely mindful writer who tries
To be my admirer
Rappers - well, they speak negative shit
Instead of speaking prejudice
Irrelevance to independence
Dependent
The cold swerves from the flow arch
I go apart from shown foes
Decoded by their own heart
I've sewn the injuries compared, embedded
Whether together
I said it with error, the reign of terror
Complains forever
Been labeled as unable to
Create a masterful tone
Acronym zone
Half you rappers go back
And forth like ping-pong
You call this sing-song shit? All
This is my conscience
This ain't no obvious kindergarten
Ding dong ditch
I'm positive
No disease represents this entity
Selfishly instead intended to
Be fed intensity
Bone density
The phone alone holds attention span
I speak with preachin' and teachin'
Lyricism in hand
Keeps me glad
But I'll combust in such destruction
Practically nothin'
Mathematically graphin' raps assumptions
Accurate with punchlines
Rhymes line in ordered fashion
Sort of had distorted magic
Inappropriate like pornographic
Images and content
A-F-R-O's all but small and dense
I make common sense with large intent
In all suspense
I'm all defense
Offense brought me back to reality
Back to the lab where raps
Attach to my mentality
You all cowards seem to bleed schemes dry
Meaning my rhymes speak in divine terms
And words'll reach to the sky
I divide funny notion
Stampin' on something dumb gross
Like a white blonde focused on
Tampons and blood flow
The fastest
You haven't turned my rap off yet?
Good, I'm getting to the point
Of all rap context
The Mack cause depth
A-F-R-O's raps'll stack all steps
And track objects
Who's wack with last laugh off-set
Serendipity defends the message, direct
And hence the safety
Engage in the way that I display any savoring
I'm meditating Buddha, hospitality Luda
Call me Schwarzenegger, but it's not a tumor
What's the worse the verse
Can disperse and release?
I speak peace which an
Emcee should do frequently
Infinite prestige is the game that
I aim to claim
The track drags me into fanaticism ravagely
Actually, the raps have tracked, in fact
To have the man in me
Entrapped in speed
In which the lyrics half fast as me
What is the point if you don't understand?
Why is the man in the sand -
Not spittin' his grammar and stammers
And heard
Of the words and his manners
And workin' his raps advanced
In enough dread?
Has corrupted enough heads
Some dead
But some said that some dread helps them
Felt dim as the lights shine through
The cell of a prison
But there's no light to begin with
It's negative energy
Ya see, what ya gotta do, Bub
Is keep movin' forward
Wack rappers hit the brick wall
Spit out manure
The maneuver - is higher than
Any kind of retirement
I'm higher
Making gadgets and shit just like MacGuyver
My mind's enlightened with fire
Decides to write in the cypher
Entirely mindful writer who tries
To be my admirer
Rappers - well, they speak negative shit
Instead of speaking prejudice
Irrelevance to independence
Dependent