Afu-ra - Sacred Wars lyrics

(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 sk**s, 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 sh** 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 sh**'ll be tapped in marse code Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes f** 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 sh**, what the f**, 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 a**, 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 p**y 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]