Sacred Wars

[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 skills, 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 shit

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 shit'll be tapped in marse code

Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes

Fuck 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 shit, what the fuck, 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 ass, 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

Pussy 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]