Sacred Wars Lyrics
| Song | Sacred Wars |
| Artist | Ra |
| Artist | Afu |
| Artist | Don Parmazhane |
| Artist | The Bob |
| Album | Life Force Radio |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ansari, Philip | |
| (feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob) | |
| [Intro: The Blob] | |
| Yo, Afu, what's up man | |
| It is I, Blob, hehehehe | |
| The invisible bully, let's show | |
| These cats what time it is | |
| [Chorus: The Blob] | |
| If you feeling like it's safe, put ya hands up | |
| Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up | |
| Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up | |
| And forget about the beat, put ya hands up | |
| If you really got skills, put ya hands up | |
| If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up | |
| If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up | |
| If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| You see my mind, has a point of view | |
| It's I'm unhurtable, or was it thoughts | |
| That you would ever think I cater to | |
| The combination of a never lyricist, uh-huh | |
| Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit | |
| I'm technilogical and anger the lip | |
| That's right, I'm like Battlestar Galactica | |
| Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific | |
| Plus the terrific, I'm that kung fu kickin', cee-lo player | |
| Mad scientist, I'm with the hidden agenda | |
| I'm tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I'm still an Avenger | |
| I'm ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck | |
| To put your body, in check, so what's up | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Don Parmazhane] | |
| If I couldn't rap, my shit'll be tapped in marse code | |
| Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes | |
| **** most, I'm the rapper, from down south | |
| Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth | |
| The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out | |
| Treat MC's like kids, put 'em in timeouts | |
| Press 'em like tape decks, let them rewind out | |
| I'm the best kept secret, D&D done found out | |
| You saw me on the news, with the four pound out | |
| Five state troopers there, chopped them down | |
| Said the found wounded three was upside down | |
| Oh shit, what the ****, Don Parma' done gun out | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [The Blob] | |
| Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero | |
| Cease that crap like cee-lo, chico | |
| I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo | |
| I'm crack, don't let me do that ass, since Debo | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman | |
| I rub it on, like a letterman | |
| It's spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon | |
| Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it's him again | |
| [The Blob] | |
| Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle | |
| Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled | |
| Pussy don't push me, or you'll be found in th puddle | |
| Now how's that for, a hammerfied huddle | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| Oooh, you dirty rat, I'm stellar | |
| If I have to fix it, I'mma kick it acapella | |
| Totally time binding, I been ascending | |
| Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Ansari, Philip | |
| feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob | |
| Intro: The Blob | |
| Yo, Afu, what' s up man | |
| It is I, Blob, hehehehe | |
| The invisible bully, let' s show | |
| These cats what time it is | |
| Chorus: The Blob | |
| If you feeling like it' s safe, put ya hands up | |
| Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up | |
| Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up | |
| And forget about the beat, put ya hands up | |
| If you really got skills, put ya hands up | |
| If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up | |
| If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up | |
| If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up | |
| AfuRa | |
| You see my mind, has a point of view | |
| It' s I' m unhurtable, or was it thoughts | |
| That you would ever think I cater to | |
| The combination of a never lyricist, uhhuh | |
| Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit | |
| I' m technilogical and anger the lip | |
| That' s right, I' m like Battlestar Galactica | |
| Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific | |
| Plus the terrific, I' m that kung fu kickin', ceelo player | |
| Mad scientist, I' m with the hidden agenda | |
| I' m tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I' m still an Avenger | |
| I' m ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck | |
| To put your body, in check, so what' s up | |
| Chorus | |
| Don Parmazhane | |
| If I couldn' t rap, my shit' ll be tapped in marse code | |
| Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes | |
| most, I' m the rapper, from down south | |
| Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth | |
| The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out | |
| Treat MC' s like kids, put ' em in timeouts | |
| Press ' em like tape decks, let them rewind out | |
| I' m the best kept secret, D D done found out | |
| You saw me on the news, with the four pound out | |
| Five state troopers there, chopped them down | |
| Said the found wounded three was upside down | |
| Oh shit, what the , Don Parma' done gun out | |
| Chorus | |
| The Blob | |
| Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero | |
| Cease that crap like ceelo, chico | |
| I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo | |
| I' m crack, don' t let me do that ass, since Debo | |
| AfuRa | |
| Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman | |
| I rub it on, like a letterman | |
| It' s spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon | |
| Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it' s him again | |
| The Blob | |
| Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle | |
| Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled | |
| Pussy don' t push me, or you' ll be found in th puddle | |
| Now how' s that for, a hammerfied huddle | |
| AfuRa | |
| Oooh, you dirty rat, I' m stellar | |
| If I have to fix it, I' mma kick it acapella | |
| Totally time binding, I been ascending | |
| Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Ansari, Philip | |
| feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob | |
| Intro: The Blob | |
| Yo, Afu, what' s up man | |
| It is I, Blob, hehehehe | |
| The invisible bully, let' s show | |
| These cats what time it is | |
| Chorus: The Blob | |
| If you feeling like it' s safe, put ya hands up | |
| Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up | |
| Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up | |
| And forget about the beat, put ya hands up | |
| If you really got skills, put ya hands up | |
| If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up | |
| If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up | |
| If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up | |
| AfuRa | |
| You see my mind, has a point of view | |
| It' s I' m unhurtable, or was it thoughts | |
| That you would ever think I cater to | |
| The combination of a never lyricist, uhhuh | |
| Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit | |
| I' m technilogical and anger the lip | |
| That' s right, I' m like Battlestar Galactica | |
| Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific | |
| Plus the terrific, I' m that kung fu kickin', ceelo player | |
| Mad scientist, I' m with the hidden agenda | |
| I' m tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I' m still an Avenger | |
| I' m ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck | |
| To put your body, in check, so what' s up | |
| Chorus | |
| Don Parmazhane | |
| If I couldn' t rap, my shit' ll be tapped in marse code | |
| Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes | |
| most, I' m the rapper, from down south | |
| Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth | |
| The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out | |
| Treat MC' s like kids, put ' em in timeouts | |
| Press ' em like tape decks, let them rewind out | |
| I' m the best kept secret, D D done found out | |
| You saw me on the news, with the four pound out | |
| Five state troopers there, chopped them down | |
| Said the found wounded three was upside down | |
| Oh shit, what the , Don Parma' done gun out | |
| Chorus | |
| The Blob | |
| Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero | |
| Cease that crap like ceelo, chico | |
| I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo | |
| I' m crack, don' t let me do that ass, since Debo | |
| AfuRa | |
| Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman | |
| I rub it on, like a letterman | |
| It' s spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon | |
| Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it' s him again | |
| The Blob | |
| Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle | |
| Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled | |
| Pussy don' t push me, or you' ll be found in th puddle | |
| Now how' s that for, a hammerfied huddle | |
| AfuRa | |
| Oooh, you dirty rat, I' m stellar | |
| If I have to fix it, I' mma kick it acapella | |
| Totally time binding, I been ascending | |
| Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building | |
| Chorus |
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