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Текст (слова) песни: Afu-Ra - Life Force Radio

[DJ Premier scratches]

Pure microphone magic
Carving up mc`s, straight up torch their weak embellishments
Getting it
Put it on
Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow
Yeah
Perverted Monk high chief

[Afu-Ra]
Life Force moving swiftly
Pitch forks steady miss me
My renaissance, my brother`s light eclipse me
My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets
Fuck that turn the other cheek
Unless you squeeze a peach
No parental advisory, so no need for the bleeps
No comin` in my crib unless you wipin` your feet
I hit the street, I feel good plus complete
A lotta hot rappers ain`t nothing without their beat
Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
When I was sixteen, that`s when I used to rip for it
Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick
Watchin` my ass, and yo I learnt quick
I`m nifty, shifty with my dirt, G
Doing my thing, put in work, ain`t nothing hurt me
I bring it from front to back, white to black
Shoe to hat, use clues I`m doin’ that

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, you do your thing
Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your thing
Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang

Monumental, thoughts flowing sequential
The quintessential mental, tapping into
My focus, take it round like a rental
And if I have to cut you with my gonzo
I`m like a warless sword, I`m digging into
Like you can joust defence
So many strokes and slashes let off
You ain`t got not fingerprints
Carve you up with my Rambo, ammo
Looking like leather-face, trippin` on the dance floor
Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, B
It ain`t about talent, it`s all about the currency
My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest
Maybe I`ll write a line and fara canna quote this
They got status but can`t work the apparatus
How could a project sell millions
Talking `bout millions, when half their buyers ain`t seen a thousand

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your thing
Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your thing
Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang

Times is kinda critical, that`s why I gotta keep it lyrical
Simple and plain, cos I don`t wanna riddle you
I`m tryin` to black out, cos I`ll blow your back out
Pullin` my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out
With my dreads out, an` I ain`t no type of boy scout
Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count
Got so many names, that I can`t even count
Let`s see: Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr How, Dr Intergalactic
My other names is under the mattress
Now you can get your grades pissed on
After your body`s been buried
From trying to get your diss on
Wax off, wax on
My calm is bringin` a storm, from the night until the early morn`
I got so many styles, forget the grape with wine
Life Force on the mic, an` `bout to put it on
Takin` you ass away like I was Kogon

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your thing
Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious
Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this
So while I do my thing, do your thing
Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang

 

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