Afu-Ra: God of rap

[Afu-Ra] Yo, I'm straight rockin' it Hit the block with it, chessboxing it If I can't shoot it, I ox it And I'm reppin' for Brooklyn, tools in my rocket Broke right outta my cage, I'm gonna rock it Ooh, that's how I spit, chill, yo I got this I bust a move, one-two, shell shocking it Put words together, make you stacking it, tackle it I'm well endowed, and my flows quite accurate I pull rabbits out my hat on some magic ish Presto change-o, I do my thing, yo Three sixty spin into Dr. Strange, yo Wa-da-da-deng, wa-da-da-da-da-deng yo Fuck gaming, and the gamer who spittin flames yo I do this for my people whose minds in them chains yo So everybody that's really to roll, get ready to eat Because I'm cooking on this track yo [Chorus: Afu-Ra] "I said hey hey hey hey" You know I be the god of the rap, the couldn't hold me back" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea" I'm burning that purple, dog, you want some of that? "I said hey hey hey hey" Wanna murder these tracks, the god, know how to act "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea" I'm bout to rep with skills, hold on, they couldn't hold me back [Hook: Afu-Ra] I gotta be, all I can be No matter what nobody wants from me I gotta be, all I can No matter what nobody wants from me I had a revelation To speak my mind with a good vibration Aiy, don't matter what you saying I'm hardcore with my rap and I ain't playing I get around, get around, get around Uh-huh, a force untold with so much soul A twenty four karat heart of gold I get around, get around, I get around Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock yo town Listen to the way that I scream it now [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] Wanna run up? Put the smackdown, crack down On the track now, matter fact, it's a fact now Million stops, earthquakes from the beats, move the streets I got the treats and it's a rap now My sex is engulfed in a small pack of pow wow I weigh the crowd for having a sound That astounds the pounds, of leading to the track to the ground And surround clowns with more color in they faces In any circus in any town, uptown, downtown Straight up and down, holler at the moon, now Straight bring it to your face, kid Blind ya like the police, sprayin' that mace, kid I get around, get around, get around Uh-huh, a stop drop and rock, and shock ya town Listen to the way that I scream it now [Chorus] [Hook] [Chorus]