Sucka Free Lyrics
| Song | Sucka Free |
| Artist | Afu-Ra |
| Album | State Of The Arts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Martin, Phillip | |
| Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular | |
| Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula | |
| Step back, get ya neck fractured by the rapture | |
| Get choked out to the beat, by the manufucturer | |
| And I ain't here to laugh at ya, I'm just here to mash | |
| Like potatoes, flush ya ****ing flow down the drain yo | |
| Let's get it on, let's get it gully, get it ugly | |
| East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this | |
| I'm hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound | |
| That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town | |
| My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors | |
| You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces | |
| As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb's on ya girl's face, kid | |
| Slap the taste out ya mouth, from the Boogie Down | |
| To the southern most tempted down south | |
| There's six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count? | |
| [Chorus x2: Afu-Ra] | |
| I never fake no moves, I just my thing | |
| (Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now) | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo | |
| With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo | |
| Que paso? I be the sharpest capolo | |
| I ride over the ruggedest tracks, stack a Tahoe | |
| Maybe a Bronco, or even a Durango | |
| I MC for life, that's right, I do my thing, yo | |
| Bang bang, yo, back 'em on the chain gang | |
| Yo, I wanna spit it for my people, so I can let 'em know | |
| I never ripped it, to show off that I'm nicest | |
| My instinct, is insinc, plus it's timeless | |
| And the light I shine, dog, is ultraviolet | |
| A night catch a sun tan, man, where my rhyme hits | |
| My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable | |
| I'm light weight, but I can put you in the hospital | |
| Hittin' up the collective, or individuals | |
| I'm like an eighth covered in crystal, I'm gonna hit you | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| So I'm the shit, huh? Now I'm Down like a Black Hawk | |
| Everywhere I go, like I'm walking on the catwalk | |
| I wax it, and tax it, I'm doing the kung fu kick | |
| Holding my dick, like Michael Jackson | |
| Yowser yowser yowser, the more you can bounce to count | |
| That everybody feel the power, you know? | |
| I step on the stage, my mic like a lightsaber | |
| Blast through the Seran Vega, then I jump off the wall | |
| As I take it to your face, like Vega | |
| Now who wanna contest the champion sound? | |
| With the crown from the underground, ready to ****in' put it down | |
| Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn't get with the | |
| Lyrical elixir, I be the victor | |
| Beyond, and bless the mic so glorious | |
| And go 'head and dust off your rust | |
| I leave you stiff as a statue, boy, standing in the dust | |
| [Chorus to fade] |
| zuo qu : Martin, Phillip | |
| Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular | |
| Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula | |
| Step back, get ya neck fractured by the rapture | |
| Get choked out to the beat, by the manufucturer | |
| And I ain' t here to laugh at ya, I' m just here to mash | |
| Like potatoes, flush ya ing flow down the drain yo | |
| Let' s get it on, let' s get it gully, get it ugly | |
| East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this | |
| I' m hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound | |
| That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town | |
| My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors | |
| You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces | |
| As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb' s on ya girl' s face, kid | |
| Slap the taste out ya mouth, from the Boogie Down | |
| To the southern most tempted down south | |
| There' s six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count? | |
| Chorus x2: AfuRa | |
| I never fake no moves, I just my thing | |
| Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now | |
| AfuRa | |
| When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo | |
| With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo | |
| Que paso? I be the sharpest capolo | |
| I ride over the ruggedest tracks, stack a Tahoe | |
| Maybe a Bronco, or even a Durango | |
| I MC for life, that' s right, I do my thing, yo | |
| Bang bang, yo, back ' em on the chain gang | |
| Yo, I wanna spit it for my people, so I can let ' em know | |
| I never ripped it, to show off that I' m nicest | |
| My instinct, is insinc, plus it' s timeless | |
| And the light I shine, dog, is ultraviolet | |
| A night catch a sun tan, man, where my rhyme hits | |
| My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable | |
| I' m light weight, but I can put you in the hospital | |
| Hittin' up the collective, or individuals | |
| I' m like an eighth covered in crystal, I' m gonna hit you | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| AfuRa | |
| So I' m the shit, huh? Now I' m Down like a Black Hawk | |
| Everywhere I go, like I' m walking on the catwalk | |
| I wax it, and tax it, I' m doing the kung fu kick | |
| Holding my dick, like Michael Jackson | |
| Yowser yowser yowser, the more you can bounce to count | |
| That everybody feel the power, you know? | |
| I step on the stage, my mic like a lightsaber | |
| Blast through the Seran Vega, then I jump off the wall | |
| As I take it to your face, like Vega | |
| Now who wanna contest the champion sound? | |
| With the crown from the underground, ready to in' put it down | |
| Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn' t get with the | |
| Lyrical elixir, I be the victor | |
| Beyond, and bless the mic so glorious | |
| And go ' head and dust off your rust | |
| I leave you stiff as a statue, boy, standing in the dust | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuò qǔ : Martin, Phillip | |
| Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular | |
| Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula | |
| Step back, get ya neck fractured by the rapture | |
| Get choked out to the beat, by the manufucturer | |
| And I ain' t here to laugh at ya, I' m just here to mash | |
| Like potatoes, flush ya ing flow down the drain yo | |
| Let' s get it on, let' s get it gully, get it ugly | |
| East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this | |
| I' m hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound | |
| That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town | |
| My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors | |
| You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces | |
| As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb' s on ya girl' s face, kid | |
| Slap the taste out ya mouth, from the Boogie Down | |
| To the southern most tempted down south | |
| There' s six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count? | |
| Chorus x2: AfuRa | |
| I never fake no moves, I just my thing | |
| Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now | |
| AfuRa | |
| When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo | |
| With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo | |
| Que paso? I be the sharpest capolo | |
| I ride over the ruggedest tracks, stack a Tahoe | |
| Maybe a Bronco, or even a Durango | |
| I MC for life, that' s right, I do my thing, yo | |
| Bang bang, yo, back ' em on the chain gang | |
| Yo, I wanna spit it for my people, so I can let ' em know | |
| I never ripped it, to show off that I' m nicest | |
| My instinct, is insinc, plus it' s timeless | |
| And the light I shine, dog, is ultraviolet | |
| A night catch a sun tan, man, where my rhyme hits | |
| My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable | |
| I' m light weight, but I can put you in the hospital | |
| Hittin' up the collective, or individuals | |
| I' m like an eighth covered in crystal, I' m gonna hit you | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| AfuRa | |
| So I' m the shit, huh? Now I' m Down like a Black Hawk | |
| Everywhere I go, like I' m walking on the catwalk | |
| I wax it, and tax it, I' m doing the kung fu kick | |
| Holding my dick, like Michael Jackson | |
| Yowser yowser yowser, the more you can bounce to count | |
| That everybody feel the power, you know? | |
| I step on the stage, my mic like a lightsaber | |
| Blast through the Seran Vega, then I jump off the wall | |
| As I take it to your face, like Vega | |
| Now who wanna contest the champion sound? | |
| With the crown from the underground, ready to in' put it down | |
| Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn' t get with the | |
| Lyrical elixir, I be the victor | |
| Beyond, and bless the mic so glorious | |
| And go ' head and dust off your rust | |
| I leave you stiff as a statue, boy, standing in the dust | |
| Chorus to fade |
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