A-F-R-O - Grandmaster FRO lyrics

A ruggish thuggish bone in my harmony zone
Get off of me, ho, I'm sluggish
And I ought to be known
I ought to be grown
To slaughter our astrology
Homes
This ought to be harder than most
When I'm dropping my drones
And all of the cops
Probably can call me the top criminal
Rock minerals
You feel ill when your artery shot
Call me your pops, bitch, Papa popping shit
Papa popular
The prodigal pop at all of you imposters
So, pardon me, as I start an Apocalypse Now
Got it locked solid
Slap boxing while I'm rocking a smile
Dropping a bomb by the pound, and all
And I'm off with the loud
You talking a lot for a while
I'm stomping this common canal
And drop it
You ought to be - BANG! -
Just for faking ya life
I hope at the breach of death's steps
(ya take your own life)
Because a nigga like you does
Not deserve to breathe
The fucking air that I breathe
I swear that they ever so needy
Careful, they ever so greedy, careful
Beware the deceiving
Wearing my medal achievement
See I'm the heir in this meeting
Niggas is scared when they see me
Unnecessarily preaching
Leave 'em embarrassed and weeping
And everywhere niggas is bleeding, FRO!


And the crowd sings

Yo, yo
And all of you emcees ain't
Nothing but main courses
Remain focused
The gauge spray ya brain and torso!
The best of my forces
Tested rhymes extortion
Electrify, direct the sniper
Next to die enforcements
Stacking up shotty rounds when
My whole army swarm
Racking up body counts like
Cold bodies in morgues
Defeating any emcee with an
Ignorance they conceive
Illiterate great beast
'cause niggerish stay in me
Track absorbing, flashing forward
Back and forth, black, and I have the sword
To rap it more of according to
These rappers that rap it raw
But I'm back to decapitate any
Rapper with a cannon ball
Or any man who brawl or wanna take the crown
I snatch it off!
The black Hasselhoff, handsome
Man handle scandal broads
I hit it off and out the
Park like black Mickey Mantle
Pa!
Back snapper cracker
Bad Mama Jamma sweet whores
Like prime Pam Anderson
I need at least three more
Dimes I'm smacking 'em, they need CPR
Rhymes of a champion, never see me fall!
This rapping thing don't work
I'm snatching ya loot!
Picture me fist-fighting gorillas trapped
In a zoo! FRO!


And the crowd sings