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Текст песни Afu-Ra f Don Parmazhane, The Blob - Sacred Wars

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[Intro: The Blob]Yo, Afu, what`s up manIt is I, Blob, heheheheThe invisible bully, let`s showThese cats what time it is[Chorus: The Blob]If you feeling like it`s safe, put ya hands upBust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands upMan, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands upAnd forget about the beat, put ya hands upIf you really got skills, put ya hands upIf you trynna get a mil, put ya hands upIf you doing, what you doing, put ya hands upIf you ballin`, with ya crew, put ya hands up[Afu-Ra]You see my mind, has a point of viewIt`s I`m unhurtable, or was it thoughtsThat you would ever think I cater toThe combination of a never lyricist, uh-huhNah, how they gonna imagine that shitI`m technilogical and anger the lipThat`s right, I`m like Battlestar GalacticaTrapped inside a math book, you want the horrificPlus the terrific, I`m that kung fu kickin`, cee-lo playerMad scientist, I`m with the hidden agendaI`m tearin` off my Mask, and yet, I`m still an AvengerI`m ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neckTo put your body, in check, so what`s up[Chorus][Don Parmazhane]If I couldn`t rap, my shit`ll be tapped in marse codeScanned bout thousand radios, like barcodesFuck most, I`m the rapper, from down southSpit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouthThe type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild outTreat MC`s like kids, put `em in timeoutsPress `em like tape decks, let them rewind outI`m the best kept secret, D&D done found outYou saw me on the news, with the four pound outFive state troopers there, chopped them downSaid the found wounded three was upside downOh shit, what the fuck, Don Parma` done gun out[Chorus][The Blob]Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a heroCease that crap like cee-lo, chicoI drown that damn deliverance, with my demoI`m crack, don`t let me do that ass, since Debo[Afu-Ra]Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentlemanI rub it on, like a lettermanIt`s spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamonSoon as I leave the crime scene, they say it`s him again[The Blob]Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a wafflePound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzledPussy don`t push me, or you`ll be found in th puddleNow how`s that for, a hammerfied huddle[Afu-Ra]Oooh, you dirty rat, I`m stellarIf I have to fix it, I`mma kick it acapellaTotally time binding, I been ascendingArabian Knight on the track, jump off the building[Chorus]

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