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letra de talk ov da town - a-f-r-o

afrodeezeak
(laughs)

a-f-r-o
what’s my m-th-f-ckin’ name?
a-f-r-o
that’s my m-th-f-ckin’ game

now i’m the talk of the town
gather up to hear the talk of the town
clap it up for the talk of the town
batter up for the talk of the town
(the beat!)

the one and only big boy be the talk of the town
my loved ones go to make noise and b-tch n-ggas frown
death to all sucka emcees who dare to try
even if there’s technical difficulty, i still shine
hyper sonic syllabic saliva, fro bomb-bastic
liable to go blast off, higher than folks in nasa
fire the hose, i’m past peace, fire in the holе to flash heat
wipe out the еntire empire, control the backstreets
no boy, the antique, the convoy, the track-meet
the fro be no athlete with the belly i employ
don’t you dare and go to try to compare me to chimpanzee
the hip-hop hippopotamus, slash hip-hop author
no rotten n-ggas with me, no cotton-pickin’ ninnys
soldier marchin’ it farther, down the block description fit me
feelin’ familiar like speech recognition
while i be peculiar with each exhibition
(you know the deal
so bring it on)
a-f-r-o
what’s my m-th-f-ckin’ name?
a-f-r-o
that’s my m-th-f-ckin’ game

fro roam like caine in kung-fu
the unknown, go to connect the fro crane and sun tzu
the upmost respect, son roast the rest
to not come close to death, i compose the hate i must undo
undebabatle, maybe i go up to a different town
with no fable, i’m able to annihalte and pick up the crown
to violate the entire state with a bigger picture found
hide behind the gate, finger to the lip, wouldn’t make a sound
continental fro countin’ euros, then i’m back to them u.s. tours
through the next course
fro bomb, ussr, snap in his mind
flow on, duke flex best raw, rappin’ his rhyme
go and brawl, who next get dropped after fight
showin’ off, to best bless pop it after my prime
move along, 25 and i feel fine
plenty live, flammable mic to maybe k!ll time
focused when i smoke a stack or stay sober clean
all over the track, piano with black beethoven genes
it be the old era time throwback folk
communities know when i tear the rhyme and roam back home
a-f-r-o
what’s my m-th-f-ckin’ name?
a-f-r-o
that’s my m-th-f-ckin’ game

(the beat!
ah–ah–ahh!
rock the beat!)

- a f r o

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