A-F-R-O, The Dark Mic - The Takeback lyrics
[A-F-R-O, The Dark Mic - The Takeback lyrics]
I still remember the day
That they tried to take her away
The only thing I ever loved, Hip-Hop
And there’s only one MC in the game I
Could trust to help me get her back
Ahaaa, AFRO
Yo AFRO, you ready? I’ll go in first
Pick up the gat, get ready for combat
It’s The Dark Mic and A-F-R-O
Ready to bomb tracks
Winter, spring, summer
I’m ready for all that
But I caught ‘em back in autumn
The way that they fall back
All my enemies end up, like a witness
Planning on snitching, on one of the Clintons
Call it suicide, but it’s mad suspicious
With a gun in his hand
That didn’t match ballistics
Don’t dismiss it, baby I’m hardcore
Kick in the door, with cover they run for
Blood and gore, from the Liquid Swords
Making ‘em abort, like killing your unborn
I’m true horror, they’re calling me Pennywise
I clown MCs, terrorize their lives
You’ll float too, when I cannibalize
As I open up my mandible, eat you in one bite
Kick in the door, ready to wage war
I transform and I take true form
I’m rage, I’m a beast
I’m a plague I’m a curse
Bloody everybody
We giving ‘em scorched earth
FRO appear
On flight to landin’ - No near on my transit
Go - hear all my commandments -
Don’t dare defy the planet
Commandeer I change form
I’m an angel underneath the Most high that
Waitin’ for the day until he
Wage war
I sway a sword, I ain’t afraid of performing
I can’t afford
I enforce all
From dawn until the bloody mornin’
There be beasts - that be roamin’
The streets of the townsfolk
Defeatin’ any enemy that go and
They try to surround FRO
I’m action packed full metal jacket
Ready classic the camo
I got big muscles with no shirt
I think I’m Rambo
I can handle any torture method
You throw at me
It can be waterboardin’, or burnin’ me
I take pain like it’s nothin’
I ain’t bluffin’, or braggin’
But I be ready for battles
And like that Redman track it
Be Time 4 Some Aksion
Too much damage, I hit them where it hurts
It be a warzone up on
This doggone planet Earth
I’m out
Kick in the door, ready to wage war
I transform and I take true form
I’m rage, I’m a beast
I’m a plague I’m a curse
Bloody everybody
We giving ‘em scorched earth
AFRO
The Dark Mic
Fro
I’m in the building like
Yo, AFRO, I don’t think my work here is done
Think I still got some more work to do
I’m going back in, cover me
Back on the scene
It’s the lyrical phenomenon
I never gave a fuck
Well not without a condom on
Decapitating rappers
With the noggins that I’m nomming on
Then throw the fuckin armor on
And get the fuckin drama on
Ready for the war, I’m ready to drop bombs
No discrimination, I’m murdering everyone
Good guy, bad guy, everybody’s good as gone
Like walking into comic con
And bombing it on Ramadan
Getting these rap addicts back
In the bad habit
Frank Luc bars, giving ‘em Blue Magic
John Wick time, baby I’m back at it
With a handgun, that’s more of a hand cannon
I’ma take advantage, bitch I’m above average
Your top ten, is nothing but mere practice
Clap ‘em with a passion, baby I’m damn savage
Give ‘em brain damage, then Dark Mic vanish
I’m out
Kick in the door, ready to wage war
I transform and I take true form
I’m rage, I’m a beast
I’m a plague I’m a curse
Bloody everybody
We giving ‘em scorched earth
That they tried to take her away
The only thing I ever loved, Hip-Hop
And there’s only one MC in the game I
Could trust to help me get her back
Ahaaa, AFRO
Yo AFRO, you ready? I’ll go in first
Pick up the gat, get ready for combat
It’s The Dark Mic and A-F-R-O
Ready to bomb tracks
Winter, spring, summer
I’m ready for all that
But I caught ‘em back in autumn
The way that they fall back
All my enemies end up, like a witness
Planning on snitching, on one of the Clintons
Call it suicide, but it’s mad suspicious
With a gun in his hand
That didn’t match ballistics
Don’t dismiss it, baby I’m hardcore
Kick in the door, with cover they run for
Blood and gore, from the Liquid Swords
Making ‘em abort, like killing your unborn
I’m true horror, they’re calling me Pennywise
I clown MCs, terrorize their lives
You’ll float too, when I cannibalize
As I open up my mandible, eat you in one bite
Kick in the door, ready to wage war
I transform and I take true form
I’m rage, I’m a beast
I’m a plague I’m a curse
Bloody everybody
We giving ‘em scorched earth
FRO appear
On flight to landin’ - No near on my transit
Go - hear all my commandments -
Don’t dare defy the planet
Commandeer I change form
I’m an angel underneath the Most high that
Waitin’ for the day until he
Wage war
I sway a sword, I ain’t afraid of performing
I can’t afford
I enforce all
From dawn until the bloody mornin’
There be beasts - that be roamin’
The streets of the townsfolk
Defeatin’ any enemy that go and
They try to surround FRO
I’m action packed full metal jacket
Ready classic the camo
I got big muscles with no shirt
I think I’m Rambo
I can handle any torture method
You throw at me
It can be waterboardin’, or burnin’ me
I take pain like it’s nothin’
I ain’t bluffin’, or braggin’
But I be ready for battles
And like that Redman track it
Be Time 4 Some Aksion
Too much damage, I hit them where it hurts
It be a warzone up on
This doggone planet Earth
I’m out
Kick in the door, ready to wage war
I transform and I take true form
I’m rage, I’m a beast
I’m a plague I’m a curse
Bloody everybody
We giving ‘em scorched earth
AFRO
The Dark Mic
Fro
I’m in the building like
Yo, AFRO, I don’t think my work here is done
Think I still got some more work to do
I’m going back in, cover me
Back on the scene
It’s the lyrical phenomenon
I never gave a fuck
Well not without a condom on
Decapitating rappers
With the noggins that I’m nomming on
Then throw the fuckin armor on
And get the fuckin drama on
Ready for the war, I’m ready to drop bombs
No discrimination, I’m murdering everyone
Good guy, bad guy, everybody’s good as gone
Like walking into comic con
And bombing it on Ramadan
Getting these rap addicts back
In the bad habit
Frank Luc bars, giving ‘em Blue Magic
John Wick time, baby I’m back at it
With a handgun, that’s more of a hand cannon
I’ma take advantage, bitch I’m above average
Your top ten, is nothing but mere practice
Clap ‘em with a passion, baby I’m damn savage
Give ‘em brain damage, then Dark Mic vanish
I’m out
Kick in the door, ready to wage war
I transform and I take true form
I’m rage, I’m a beast
I’m a plague I’m a curse
Bloody everybody
We giving ‘em scorched earth