A-F-R-O, Horror City - Yes Yes Yall lyrics

Ya'll wasn't expecting this one (Superstar)
What up
Motherfuckers - this is A-F-R-O
And Horror City
(A-F-R-O)
What the fuck is goin' down?

Yes, yes, ya'll - and ya don't stop
Yes, yes, ya'll - and to the beat, ya'll
Yes, yes, ya'll - and ya don't stop
Yes, yes, ya'll - and to the beat, ya'll


Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
You can even have a dance
Or just have a seat and -

My dialogue is analyzed in analog
Broke down, and Discog's my catalog
Tell stories of hot streets and black fog
Obituariеs, add names to the back log
More chalk around bodiеs
The teachers in the school
Lobby, tryna rob me
Yeah probably
I ain't havin' it
Pistol tucked in the cabinet
Grabbin' it, aimin' it, firin'
Warnin', hot blocks
Global Warming
Feds swarmin', kick in doors in the mornin'
I'm still yawnin' from touring
Escape in a black Foreign
My street code and beast mode
On the back road
I was told wishy was best
Served when it's ice cold?
A daredevil, another level, a rap rebel
Heavy metal, metal to metal
And when the dust settles
My name will be mentioned in
Rap with bad intentions
Wikipedia media, rap encyclopedia


Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
You can even have a dance
Or just have a seat and

Yo -
Bar none
Unanimous, the dude who command it
Be brutal damage
Fuck it, shoot a shotty two handed
But only needin' one
Losin' advantage, this be a Musical Massacre
Like Rakim, I'ma be the dude
Who go damn 'em
They all done
Need not fret, the beat hot, bet, I'm back
I be on deck, my soul tone is neon-black
When I spit this dope, the medicine man
I'm givin' ya the instant
Smoke like cigarette drag
And my niggas and nigga-rettes
Figure I fed 'em, feeble, I'm fond of it
Finally got invigorated flesh
Goliath, I"m gone, gong, beat up ya gang
Go get - go on, ready set start
Blow up the plane!
Passenger 57, Wesley, ain't testin' me
Ain't 'gon get ahead of me, and it's
Plain to see I got etiquette
B!
(Eeee)
Bless, bless ya'll from NY, to West West
Ya'll
Keep my pen fried like yes, yes, ya'll


Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
Yes, ya'll - to the like beat and
You can even have a dance
Or just have a seat and -

Yes, yes, ya'll - and ya don't stop