Sucka Free - Afu-Ra

Rap stack, spectacular, with the venacular

Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blacula

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 fucking 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 niggas 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?

I never fake no moves, I just my thing

(Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now)

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

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 fuckin' 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