A-F-R-O - Good Morning, FRO lyrics
[A-F-R-O - Good Morning, FRO lyrics]
Yo, one time
Yo, yo, yo
(Scratch) : Warfare!
(Verse 1)
My name is A-F-R-O, built like Tony Soprano
I’m half black folk, and half El Mexicano
They thought I was done and
They wondering "why where the FRO been?"
Runnin' around and collectin' his mind
For the moment
Runnin' this town that I be ownin'
But I’m in the mile I’m runnin'
When my style is somethin'
Got it loud, I'm dumpin'
I’m about the life
And I’m about shut it down
Announce the rumble
In the house I gun it down, about to strike
I'm a venomous python, the end of ya life
Pa
Get hit with a pipe bomb
Remember that I’m raw
Delivеr the rhyme raw
I send 'еm to high waters
Enemy I slaughter, hit 'em and die hard!
Ignorant nigga thinkin' they doper than I
When I figure to go and kill it
I go for mines
And with the crime that I committed
A culprit rhyme
And when the lines on the paper
I flow collide
And all the people better believe it
I broke ya mind
Nobody is better to beat him, the chosen guy
It’s gonna be ya last time breathin'
Open ya eyes
I’m a hoodlum, I’m a heathen
Condone the crime
You know the coast ain’t clear
When the beast arrive
You a piece of mine, I need a peace of mind
I’m the dopest here, and the feast is mine!
When the FRO appear, open season time!
And I got 'em in the target
Leave 'em dearly departed
The bombarded, the hardest
Had to even the odds
And doggone it
I’m the reason that the people all scared
And you peeps ain’t ready
When I declare warfare!
(Hook: Tone Spliff)
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(A-F-R-O) : Warfare, I declare warfare!
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(Scratch) : Warfare
My name is A-F-R-O, and I’m that dude
I got mad soul, 'cause of my black roots
I've been doing my thing behind the scenes
And sharpened the pen
And who can it be, a true emcee
I feel like Ali inside the gym
Take off a like motherfuckin' missile when
The brother don’t miss you
The motherfuckin' issue
I stab you with a pencil
Or might’ve been a ginsu
I got all my credentials
Better call me Thizzle
How I’m movin' and I’m mobbin'
Like I’m in a movie
With the mob, and then I be the Don
And with a little charm
I hit 'em all
And anybody try to get involved
And then I lit 'em all
And anybody wanna live it all
Then I give it a minute at all
Didn’t admit it all
Gifted in rippin' a song
Maybe a little bit wrong
Gotta be droppin' ya jaw
Hearing me droppin' the bomb
Here to be hoggin' the ball
Clearly toppin' the bars
Not happenin' captain
Stop rappin' and yappin'
Stop jokin' and laughin'
Not boastin' and braggin'
Not close to the champion, nope!
Can’t handle the mic when I declare warfare!
(Hook: Tone Spliff)
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(A-F-R-O) : Warfare, I declare warfare!
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(A-F-R-O) : Warfare
(Scratch) : Warfare
(Scratch outro)
Warfare!
Yo, yo, yo
(Scratch) : Warfare!
(Verse 1)
My name is A-F-R-O, built like Tony Soprano
I’m half black folk, and half El Mexicano
They thought I was done and
They wondering "why where the FRO been?"
Runnin' around and collectin' his mind
For the moment
Runnin' this town that I be ownin'
But I’m in the mile I’m runnin'
When my style is somethin'
Got it loud, I'm dumpin'
I’m about the life
And I’m about shut it down
Announce the rumble
In the house I gun it down, about to strike
I'm a venomous python, the end of ya life
Pa
Get hit with a pipe bomb
Remember that I’m raw
Delivеr the rhyme raw
I send 'еm to high waters
Enemy I slaughter, hit 'em and die hard!
Ignorant nigga thinkin' they doper than I
When I figure to go and kill it
I go for mines
And with the crime that I committed
A culprit rhyme
And when the lines on the paper
I flow collide
And all the people better believe it
I broke ya mind
Nobody is better to beat him, the chosen guy
It’s gonna be ya last time breathin'
Open ya eyes
I’m a hoodlum, I’m a heathen
Condone the crime
You know the coast ain’t clear
When the beast arrive
You a piece of mine, I need a peace of mind
I’m the dopest here, and the feast is mine!
When the FRO appear, open season time!
And I got 'em in the target
Leave 'em dearly departed
The bombarded, the hardest
Had to even the odds
And doggone it
I’m the reason that the people all scared
And you peeps ain’t ready
When I declare warfare!
(Hook: Tone Spliff)
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(A-F-R-O) : Warfare, I declare warfare!
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(Scratch) : Warfare
My name is A-F-R-O, and I’m that dude
I got mad soul, 'cause of my black roots
I've been doing my thing behind the scenes
And sharpened the pen
And who can it be, a true emcee
I feel like Ali inside the gym
Take off a like motherfuckin' missile when
The brother don’t miss you
The motherfuckin' issue
I stab you with a pencil
Or might’ve been a ginsu
I got all my credentials
Better call me Thizzle
How I’m movin' and I’m mobbin'
Like I’m in a movie
With the mob, and then I be the Don
And with a little charm
I hit 'em all
And anybody try to get involved
And then I lit 'em all
And anybody wanna live it all
Then I give it a minute at all
Didn’t admit it all
Gifted in rippin' a song
Maybe a little bit wrong
Gotta be droppin' ya jaw
Hearing me droppin' the bomb
Here to be hoggin' the ball
Clearly toppin' the bars
Not happenin' captain
Stop rappin' and yappin'
Stop jokin' and laughin'
Not boastin' and braggin'
Not close to the champion, nope!
Can’t handle the mic when I declare warfare!
(Hook: Tone Spliff)
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(A-F-R-O) : Warfare, I declare warfare!
(Scratch) : Sound off with rounds off!
(A-F-R-O) : Warfare
(Scratch) : Warfare
(Scratch outro)
Warfare!