Astro - Stro is the Name lyrics

rate me

Well it’s the 1, 2 checker

Take it back to the match

You got no choice but to respect the better

Bigger hater than off with this head

With this rhyme flow

Fake MC’s couldn’t grow with no masato

Good God! Got the wickedness, witness

They bust shots whenever

Forget ballistics, my chick is ranchy

We don’t ride Givenchy, Armani

They take too much of our money

His dough ain’t intact but the star be ... and precious

Mad fair, I keep it mad black everywhere

Never call me, but you got a Hollywood star

In Congo Square

I’m masochist, kicking every lyric with a different rhythm

Young and black, ain’t tryina see the system, that’s a stigmatism

I drop the science, I’m implying, I be Frankenstein

Tracks for racks of wracks or loo, give me that

I don’t need no cosigns to hold minds with them rubber bears

Like the mother land, it’s the origin of that funky stuff

Open and closing and kicking them doors with these rusty chucks

You smell me? Does what we gots to do, when we got the jazz

Like they send an early prostitutes, so please

I’m too G, drop a king to at least pause

Hey, you, what’s that sound?

Everybody look, what’s going down?

You better run and tell ‘em ‘cause I’m at the door

He wail like Jersey Shore with flows, good Lord

Ain’t down with the radio, no more, oh no

The hardest thing grumping would be to act me promos

Got underground shapes by the boatload

You get papa, your boy got to boycott you

Keep a couple rugged leverage just to get on their nerves

Paralyze paragraph with these powerful words

… my joint is hit, you below that

He snap on beats like Kodak and you know that

With no words I master sound like Bozak

But I could tell you that these rappers is ass

Go back, you want more rhymes? Show me dollar signs, word!