[Afu-Ra] 

Back in the days, I never snatched pocket books 

I just snatch ya mind up with the flow and the hook 

That's right, be on alert, coming faster 

Corny mc's, body snatcher with the rapture 

Dismember ya body, like I was a raptor 

Tuck ya eyes out, so you can't see my laughter 

Don't care how many gold and platinum plaques you got 

I put my foot in your ass, up in the spot 

A beast break necks, that's right, you couldn't sit through 

I'm bone crushing on the mic like a pitbull 

Foamin' at the mouth, ferocious, to start again 

Rockin' hardbody cardigen, with the timberlands 

P.F. drop the beat, Afu drop the grammar 

Was swift with the gift, old school like cold bangers 

The five mic slangin', head bangin', chitty chitty bang bangin' 

Name your whole rap crew, like I'm gang bangin' 



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You ain't no gangsta rapper, you'se an amateur 

I seen you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya 

You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you just a poser 

I grab the mic and do it like it's supposed ta' 

You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you just a wanksta 

I schooled you back in the days, you just a prankster 

You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur 

I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya 



[Afu-Ra] 

Am I brothers keeper? Don't get swept beneath the rug 

Stomp these posers out, like they water bugs 

Tired of these rappers, with these ice mugs 

Clamining that they spitting slugs, but they spitting duds 

Tired of these fake thugs, that's lighter than feathers 

With all that nonsense, they puttin together, screaming murder murder 

I thought they would of learned from Biggie and 2Pac 

That you can bring to life, what you spittin' in your art 

You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you'se a wanksta 

I schooled you back in the days, you just a pranksta 

You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur 

I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya 

It's Mr. Spectacular, tacular 

Bout to swat that ass out the sky like he gammara 

The flex of ego, on your little pedestool 

In front of your people, now what you wanna do? 



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[Afu-Ra] 

You can't stop this hard rock, rock, ready to rock this 

I got lyrical ability, to bring ya hot shit 

I swat so many cats, it's raining birds 

Cause I'm cold as ice, forget the ice in ya watch, kid 

Spit more flames than the back of a rocket 

Mic check, one-two, linin' up my targets 

I be the mad man in front of the cam 

That be stealing ya fans, yup, up on the red carpet 

Make more connections than Nextel, ring the bell 

On first connection, make ya fucking lips swell 

Make more noise than a terrorist attack 

I'm dangerous like anthrax, my voice burn up the wax 

Against the way, I put my self up on the map 

I'm a dope MC, I put the squeeze on the dope tracks 

Body care free, on the dope tracks 

A hundred round banana clip, leave you where you at 



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