| Song | God Of Rap |
| Artist | Afu-Ra |
| Album | State Of The Arts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Phillip, Steinen | |
| 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 | |
| **** 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] |
| zuo qu : Phillip, Steinen | |
| 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, onetwo, 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 changeo, I do my thing, yo | |
| Three sixty spin into Dr. Strange, yo | |
| Wadadadeng, wadadadadadeng yo | |
| 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: AfuRa | |
| " 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: AfuRa | |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh, a force untold with so much soul | |
| A twenty four karat heart of gold | |
| I get around, get around, I get around | |
| Uhhuh, a stop drop and rock, and shock yo town | |
| Listen to the way that I scream it now | |
| Chorus | |
| AfuRa | |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh, a stop drop and rock, and shock ya town | |
| Listen to the way that I scream it now | |
| Chorus | |
| Hook | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Phillip, Steinen | |
| 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, onetwo, 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 changeo, I do my thing, yo | |
| Three sixty spin into Dr. Strange, yo | |
| Wadadadeng, wadadadadadeng yo | |
| 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: AfuRa | |
| " 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: AfuRa | |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh, a force untold with so much soul | |
| A twenty four karat heart of gold | |
| I get around, get around, I get around | |
| Uhhuh, a stop drop and rock, and shock yo town | |
| Listen to the way that I scream it now | |
| Chorus | |
| AfuRa | |
| 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 | |
| Uhhuh, a stop drop and rock, and shock ya town | |
| Listen to the way that I scream it now | |
| Chorus | |
| Hook | |
| Chorus |