AFU-RA - Hip Hop lyrics

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Yo yo yo yo

[Chorus:]

Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH

Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH

Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH

Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 1:]

See whatcha like gimme the mic

I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight

Say whatcha like, don't play with me right?

I ride your chain from day to night

Head first with a verse

You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search

In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth

Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse

Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire

I backflip blindfolded on a highwire

Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism

I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him

If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm

And shockwavin my rights into the system

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics

The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics

I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate

No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin

Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions

Peep the equation, these Pythagorean theorem

I know the science for the metals and all the plenums

Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated

It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin

Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space

It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife

I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice

Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH

Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH

Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH

Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off

Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce

While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov

Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off

Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasselhoff

Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force

Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin

No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin

Blind the sights likes of Imhotep

Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan

Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw

Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong

[Chorus]

Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH

Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH

Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH

Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here

Thanks to correctional facility for correcting these lyrics