Prankster

[Afu-Ra]

Back in the days, I never snatched pocket books

I just snatch ya mind up with the flow and the hook

That's right, be on alert, coming faster

Corny mc's, body snatcher with the rapture

Dismember ya body, like I was a raptor

Tuck ya eyes out, so you can't see my laughter

Don't care how many gold and platinum plaques you got

I put my foot in your ass, up in the spot

A beast break necks, that's right, you couldn't sit through

I'm bone crushing on the mic like a pitbull

Foamin' at the mouth, ferocious, to start again

Rockin' hardbody cardigen, with the timberlands

P.F. drop the beat, Afu drop the grammar

Was swift with the gift, old school like cold bangers

The five mic slangin', head bangin', chitty chitty bang bangin'

Name your whole rap crew, like I'm gang bangin'

[Chorus: Afu-Ra]

You ain't no gangsta rapper, you'se an amateur

I seen you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya

You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you just a poser

I grab the mic and do it like it's supposed ta'

You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you just a wanksta

I schooled you back in the days, you just a prankster

You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur

I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya

[Afu-Ra]

Am I brothers keeper? Don't get swept beneath the rug

Stomp these posers out, like they water bugs

Tired of these rappers, with these ice mugs

Clamining that they spitting slugs, but they spitting duds

Tired of these fake thugs, that's lighter than feathers

With all that nonsense, they puttin together, screaming murder murder

I thought they would of learned from Biggie and 2Pac

That you can bring to life, what you spittin' in your art

You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you'se a wanksta

I schooled you back in the days, you just a pranksta

You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur

I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya

It's Mr. Spectacular, tacular

Bout to swat that ass out the sky like he gammara

The flex of ego, on your little pedestool

In front of your people, now what you wanna do?

[Chorus]

[Afu-Ra]

You can't stop this hard rock, rock, ready to rock this

I got lyrical ability, to bring ya hot shit

I swat so many cats, it's raining birds

Cause I'm cold as ice, forget the ice in ya watch, kid

Spit more flames than the back of a rocket

Mic check, one-two, linin' up my targets

I be the mad man in front of the cam

That be stealing ya fans, yup, up on the red carpet

Make more connections than Nextel, ring the bell

On first connection, make ya fucking lips swell

Make more noise than a terrorist attack

I'm dangerous like anthrax, my voice burn up the wax

Against the way, I put my self up on the map

I'm a dope MC, I put the squeeze on the dope tracks

Body care free, on the dope tracks

A hundred round banana clip, leave you where you at

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