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(Hook)
If they don’t rock with it
Tell ‘em to step to the side
Drop a hip-hop lesson and vibe
That’s how we kept it alive
Rock the mental exercise
Climb the ladder, I’m the next to shine (shine, shine, shine)
(Verse 1)
Beam through a spot light, I’m feeing’ anxious
Like I speed through a stop light, a bit dangerous
Similar to them fog lights, I’m in amazement
How I been through a long life, with a shorter age and
How I been into harm’s sight, but shook the pavement
Meanwhile I stay up all night for organization
I know that I’ll be alright, the more that I pace it
I’m somethin’ like the calm type, I’m known to be patient
But don’t fret, the stage light be incredible
My own quest, I may shine, it’s inevitable
A great time to be special
I don’t waste time, perro
I save mankind from the rubble
I’m on your poster, ya magazine and television
But I suppose it was a merely a dream from the beginning
And as I reach another plateau
Indeed a hint of black soul
And never be another AFRO
(Hook)
If they don’t rock with it
Tell ‘em to step to the side
Drop a hip-hop lesson and vibe
That’s how we kept it alive
Rock the mental exercise
Climb the ladder, I’m the next to shine (shine, shine, shine)
(Verse 2)
If you don’t rock with me, tell ‘em step to the side
I made the block litty, with an excellent vibe
And when I drop through the city, it’s a blessin’ to shine
So come and walk with me, let us take the best of a stride
I inhale through the Rollie, and exhale the greenery
I’m somethin’ like Paul Thomas Anderson scenery
Maybe even Akira Kurosawa, Seven Samurai
With the bright shine, my sword known to reflect light
Born as an infant but since been the noble King
This been the wish of an older me, the FRO to be
No longer the misfit, I graduate to hold the key
This my tradition, I navigate and hope to lead
To greatness, I’m back and forth pacin’
The rappin’ course made him
Known to never forfeit or break, bend
And as I reach another plateau
Indeed a hint of black soul
And never be another AFRO
(Hook)
If they don’t rock with it
Tell ‘em to step to the side
Drop a hip-hop lesson and vibe
That’s how we kept it alive
Rock the mental exercise
Climb the ladder, I’m the next to shine (shine, shine, shine)
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Wing Chun
02:55
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(Intro)
Judging by you, your old man’s Kung Fu stinks
(Verse 1)
And you could never flip through my folder, spit high or sober
Him shine to solar, quick time reloader
(Hook)
Keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb
He drop deadly every time, Wing Chun
(Verse 1, continued)
The humble, the body and the cranium of Zeus
Here to tussle, my body be the stadium to prove
I’m the muscle, bring it back to bashing brutal p-punishment
Rebuttal by anybody wanna battle with the brother, pimpin’
Beg to differ, prolific, FRO gifted with the coalition
Go listen to the culture king, close to commence with a closed up fist
I’m - the other dimension I travel, unravel utter suspicion
I handle with a cut up against the Commando that I’m runnin’ against
My hobby is to fight, to calm me, kindly the kill the tumor
I got a body type like Tommy Tiny Lister Jr
Pen bury in cost, get scary when pissed off
Visionary master write up Glengarry Glen Ross
I’m Jack Lemmon, and Al Pacino
Rap legend, I’m out to be tho
That reverend out to speak tho
List of niggas I’m out to Deebo
(Hook 2x)
Keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb
He drop deadly every time, Wing Chun
Son stop snoozing, FRO’s on the rise
Blood starts oozing, those won’t survive
(Verse 2)
I’m the Kingpin, Black and Mexican Vincent D'Onofrio
The deep end, back to the depths again, Godzilla Minus One
The prelims, passin’ through, after a few I have to destroy
No pre-tend, have to use the wrath that I fuse to go and employ
The peace within, but unlock me, the weapon, got the rage I got to
Keep within, no mo talkin’, my profession is pain, you best to
Breathe it in, blessed, and yes and so fresh, ever go flex, when I
Compete with the pen, but eventually I get tired of braggadocio
Know I’m not the average, cause FRO study true skill
Music in my carriage, patrollin’ up a new hill
I promised all my passed ones, A-F-R-O podium president
Poet, praying, and pulling my heart when I’m goin’ (IN!)
Talk to Papa proper, pop up upon pompous imposter
Walk the apocalypse like I be Willy Wonka with the vodka on it
When I’m on a mission, I be gettin’ it ready, steadily, on a different melody
A little bit of heavenly
I be heavily, ahead of everybody
With a full head of FRO, ring the alarm, better be known, I keep them
(Hook 2x)
Keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb
He drop deadly every time, Wing Chun
Son stop snoozing, FRO’s on the rise
Blood starts oozing, those won’t survive
(Me killin’ nobody like you
Could ruin that good reputation of mine)
(Crawl!)
Wing Chun
(Shithead! Piss off!)
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https://genius.com/A-f-r-o-gone-4-a-second-lyrics
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Behead the Beat
01:13
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Ha-ha!
It's A-F-R-O
Emcee, producer, actor, writer
Yo, yo
(Verse 1)
I’m goin' on back to The Drawing Board
I gotta get back to carnivore FRO
I’m takin’ no shorts, I break through the force
When I'm givin’ to the people that really done wanted more
But I better go perform for the front row fans
In the meantime, feel the funk, for the folk
I flow for the fun and the fam, and the friends
With a code of a man that go for the plan
A-F-R-O in command
Young veteran, better give me R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And don’t let him in, if you ever did him wrong, you best be easy
Fuck it, I’m ready for any enemy, I’m betting on the bullet
To pull it apart, with a dark energy
And ready to throw him a dart with the artillery
And any minute, I caught 'em up in the enemy arms
The Brian breaker to take it away, I fanagle and figure the fake of the people that never lovin’ the hip-hop
Making the way of the great, I’ma break it up, pavin’ the way for the FRO and the people that loving me spit fire
And I ain’t even done with the beat - when I keep my impressive speed
With the head of a nigga defeat, when I get up to get a breather
Dead ‘em and then I peak when I spit like I'm havin’ a seizure
It’s all about format, and contact, with the pencil on the paper
Put my loved ones on the map while I go for the gold and the pizzazz
But I keep my nature
I believe that I’ll get to the top, but I gotta maintain prosperity
And these days I see clarity
When I pick up the pedal I gotta behead me the beat
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Old Tyme's Sake
03:10
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https://genius.com/A-f-r-o-old-tymes-sake-lyrics
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https://genius.com/A-f-r-o-redemption-lyrics
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https://genius.com/A-f-r-o-battle-royale-lyrics
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