D&D Soundclash Lyrics
| Song | D&D Soundclash |
| Artist | Afu-Ra |
| Album | Body of the Life Force |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dewgarde, Phillip, Williams, Yates | |
| (* taken from album booklet) [ Steele ] | |
| Feel this, feel this | |
| Brooklyn's in the house | |
| Brooklyn's in the house [ VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas ] | |
| S-T, Supreme | |
| Teacher, read you like a preacher | |
| Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether | |
| My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake | |
| Lovin to hate, but we still elevate | |
| Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained | |
| Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain | |
| Some nights | |
| I walk with the understanding, build cypher | |
| Like Charles | |
| Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya | |
| Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from | |
| Havana Tony | |
| Santana, smokin in the | |
| Coco Cabana | |
| Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics | |
| Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist | |
| Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons | |
| Take my dog's suggestions when he told me keep my | |
| Smith & Wesson | |
| For protection, the streets is watching and they testin | |
| They know when you're frontin and when you're representin [ CHORUS ] | |
| It's not where you be or how you be | |
| Or who you be or what you got | |
| Unique sounds, grounds is hot | |
| We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap ***********t | |
| Now how you be, now who you be and where you be? [ VERSE 2: Afu-Ra ] | |
| You wanna get with the brothers that's the illest? | |
| The microphone have sex with my lyrics | |
| Hit ***********t off, first move is doggy style | |
| No premature ***********, last for a while | |
| Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions | |
| Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions | |
| Crazy - nah, | |
| I'm not that type of brother | |
| My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers | |
| I heard you're drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea | |
| Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo | |
| Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos | |
| I know you like it, | |
| I do too, love the cheese, yo | |
| But this is hip-hop, stop it, go make a porno | |
| Not player-hatin, on the mic | |
| I'm player-scrapin | |
| Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths | |
| I bounce styles that's sexual, plus | |
| I'm intellectual | |
| Thoughts transverse to physical, | |
| I keep it spiritual | |
| I got the motts, you bust the dutch, | |
| I got the hydro | |
| I just sit back on tracks and let it flow [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas ] | |
| I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me? | |
| Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a | |
| Phonta leaf | |
| You know it's beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth | |
| Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street | |
| You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops | |
| Come to court every day, make sure a *********** get locked | |
| But I thought you had that big | |
| Glock that you bust a whole lot | |
| Then why my ***********'s sittin up in that little cell block? | |
| I'm tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes | |
| ***********s who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes | |
| Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth | |
| Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house | |
| Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees? | |
| Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top | |
| V's? You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the *********** | |
| When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six [ VERSE 4: Jahdan ] | |
| Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones | |
| Dem ah search dem | |
| Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone | |
| M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone | |
| Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown | |
| Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car | |
| Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far | |
| But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon | |
| Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune | |
| A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem | |
| We gonna steer far from dem | |
| I know that we are kings and we love nice things | |
| But we not sell out fi no diamond ring | |
| Yo, I got da | |
| Lord in ah mi mind | |
| So any which part mi come, mi ah go ***********ne | |
| Trust me, we don't fear nothin | |
| So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin | |
| Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light | |
| Jah control di better part of mi life |
| zuo qu : Dewgarde, Phillip, Williams, Yates | |
| taken from album booklet Steele | |
| Feel this, feel this | |
| Brooklyn' s in the house | |
| Brooklyn' s in the house VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas | |
| ST, Supreme | |
| Teacher, read you like a preacher | |
| Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether | |
| My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake | |
| Lovin to hate, but we still elevate | |
| Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained | |
| Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain | |
| Some nights | |
| I walk with the understanding, build cypher | |
| Like Charles | |
| Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya | |
| Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from | |
| Havana Tony | |
| Santana, smokin in the | |
| Coco Cabana | |
| Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics | |
| Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist | |
| Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons | |
| Take my dog' s suggestions when he told me keep my | |
| Smith Wesson | |
| For protection, the streets is watching and they testin | |
| They know when you' re frontin and when you' re representin CHORUS | |
| It' s not where you be or how you be | |
| Or who you be or what you got | |
| Unique sounds, grounds is hot | |
| We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap t | |
| Now how you be, now who you be and where you be? VERSE 2: AfuRa | |
| You wanna get with the brothers that' s the illest? | |
| The microphone have sex with my lyrics | |
| Hit t off, first move is doggy style | |
| No premature , last for a while | |
| Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions | |
| Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions | |
| Crazy nah, | |
| I' m not that type of brother | |
| My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers | |
| I heard you' re drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea | |
| Exploitations of nations, look at this, it' s here, yo | |
| Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos | |
| I know you like it, | |
| I do too, love the cheese, yo | |
| But this is hiphop, stop it, go make a porno | |
| Not playerhatin, on the mic | |
| I' m playerscrapin | |
| Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths | |
| I bounce styles that' s sexual, plus | |
| I' m intellectual | |
| Thoughts transverse to physical, | |
| I keep it spiritual | |
| I got the motts, you bust the dutch, | |
| I got the hydro | |
| I just sit back on tracks and let it flow CHORUS VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas | |
| I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me? | |
| Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a | |
| Phonta leaf | |
| You know it' s beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth | |
| Because you sweet and ain' t got no claims to the street | |
| You' se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops | |
| Come to court every day, make sure a get locked | |
| But I thought you had that big | |
| Glock that you bust a whole lot | |
| Then why my ' s sittin up in that little cell block? | |
| I' m tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snidakes | |
| s who hidate, do anything to get the pidapes | |
| Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth | |
| Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house | |
| Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees? | |
| Twistin out skeeze out of custom droptop | |
| V' s? You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the | |
| When B. G. S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six VERSE 4: Jahdan | |
| Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones | |
| Dem ah search dem | |
| Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone | |
| Mmh, dey gonna melt like snow cone | |
| Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown | |
| Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car | |
| Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far | |
| But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon | |
| Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune | |
| Afi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem | |
| We gonna steer far from dem | |
| I know that we are kings and we love nice things | |
| But we not sell out fi no diamond ring | |
| Yo, I got da | |
| Lord in ah mi mind | |
| So any which part mi come, mi ah go ne | |
| Trust me, we don' t fear nothin | |
| So don' t boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin | |
| Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light | |
| Jah control di better part of mi life |
| zuò qǔ : Dewgarde, Phillip, Williams, Yates | |
| taken from album booklet Steele | |
| Feel this, feel this | |
| Brooklyn' s in the house | |
| Brooklyn' s in the house VERSE 1: Steele of Cocoa Brovas | |
| ST, Supreme | |
| Teacher, read you like a preacher | |
| Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether | |
| My aura illuminates, removin the snakes who lay awake | |
| Lovin to hate, but we still elevate | |
| Massagin the brain, utilize the wisdom contained | |
| Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain | |
| Some nights | |
| I walk with the understanding, build cypher | |
| Like Charles | |
| Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya | |
| Ignite the marihuana, roll a cigar from | |
| Havana Tony | |
| Santana, smokin in the | |
| Coco Cabana | |
| Or in the sauna, after doing my calisthenics | |
| Universal metrics, reversin the hex, cursin the sexist | |
| Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons | |
| Take my dog' s suggestions when he told me keep my | |
| Smith Wesson | |
| For protection, the streets is watching and they testin | |
| They know when you' re frontin and when you' re representin CHORUS | |
| It' s not where you be or how you be | |
| Or who you be or what you got | |
| Unique sounds, grounds is hot | |
| We comin through, we tidal waves in this rap t | |
| Now how you be, now who you be and where you be? VERSE 2: AfuRa | |
| You wanna get with the brothers that' s the illest? | |
| The microphone have sex with my lyrics | |
| Hit t off, first move is doggy style | |
| No premature , last for a while | |
| Flippin and turnin and splittin it, all type positions | |
| Grabbin and tuggin and yokin it, all type of missions | |
| Crazy nah, | |
| I' m not that type of brother | |
| My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers | |
| I heard you' re drippin, your rap style got gonorrhea | |
| Exploitations of nations, look at this, it' s here, yo | |
| Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos | |
| I know you like it, | |
| I do too, love the cheese, yo | |
| But this is hiphop, stop it, go make a porno | |
| Not playerhatin, on the mic | |
| I' m playerscrapin | |
| Nobody seen it, whole eons change to zeniths | |
| I bounce styles that' s sexual, plus | |
| I' m intellectual | |
| Thoughts transverse to physical, | |
| I keep it spiritual | |
| I got the motts, you bust the dutch, | |
| I got the hydro | |
| I just sit back on tracks and let it flow CHORUS VERSE 3: Tek of Cocoa Brovas | |
| I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me? | |
| Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin a | |
| Phonta leaf | |
| You know it' s beef when you gettin stomped losin teeth | |
| Because you sweet and ain' t got no claims to the street | |
| You' se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops | |
| Come to court every day, make sure a get locked | |
| But I thought you had that big | |
| Glock that you bust a whole lot | |
| Then why my ' s sittin up in that little cell block? | |
| I' m tellin ya, ock, the world is a spot for snidakes | |
| s who hidate, do anything to get the pidapes | |
| Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth | |
| Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house | |
| Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees? | |
| Twistin out skeeze out of custom droptop | |
| V' s? You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin the | |
| When B. G. S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six VERSE 4: Jahdan | |
| Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones | |
| Dem ah search dem | |
| Seven Seas, dem ah throw stick and stone | |
| Mmh, dey gonna melt like snow cone | |
| Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown | |
| Well some ah said dem ah star, dem love car | |
| Dem at war, and a blur, dem nah really reach far | |
| But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon | |
| Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune | |
| Afi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem | |
| We gonna steer far from dem | |
| I know that we are kings and we love nice things | |
| But we not sell out fi no diamond ring | |
| Yo, I got da | |
| Lord in ah mi mind | |
| So any which part mi come, mi ah go ne | |
| Trust me, we don' t fear nothin | |
| So don' t boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin | |
| Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light | |
| Jah control di better part of mi life |
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