Released: April 12, 2014
Songwriter: A-F-R-O
[Verse 1]
Ayo
The microphone stood on the stage, I looked in amazement
I would say that I fell in love with the bass
The combination of the beats, and streets, and drug message
Put an influence on my style and my image, so I
Grasp the mic, [? ask to] write divine poetry and
Transform the mothafucka' into somethin' holdin' me
Closely together, and better with the effort
Set in steps in the [? lettuce severin' emergent]
To the right corner, [? tight foreman] words seem different
The flow seemed coated on the notebook paper
But then again I ask myself if I'm capable and
Able to, go far in this dream that I have
Not just in rap, but the [?] of life
But how the fuck can I do that? The world's on my back
[? Intertestament] I have to endlessly encounter, no doubt
The gun cloud, troubled me somethin' awful
Flashbacks to [?], and black cats staring at me
Aware that I'm the figure with the trigger finger, but
There's an internal battle goin' on, I wish that half of me was gone
This' actually a tragedy song
Deception seems to be my only enemy, but
The only friends of mine that [? genuine are melodies]
They each contend to be a memory for steady ease, as the best of me
Caresses energy with [? testamentality]
The baddest emcee droppin' through the lone desert
As his mind race through high measures, his life exits
From those that compose stress, bless each his own weakness and
Bring down a strength, [? he get beat down]
Enough of the nonsense, A-F-R-O has a guilty conscience
As lifeless, hardened and darkened
Getting darker by the second, this album a prime example
Imagine me at a way older age
Ayo
The microphone stood on the stage, I looked in amazement
I would say that I fell in love with the bass
The combination of the beats, and streets, and drug message
Put an influence on my style and my image, so I
Grasp the mic, [? ask to] write divine poetry and
Transform the mothafucka' into somethin' holdin' me
Closely together, and better with the effort
Set in steps in the [? lettuce severin' emergent]
To the right corner, [? tight foreman] words seem different
The flow seemed coated on the notebook paper
But then again I ask myself if I'm capable and
Able to, go far in this dream that I have
Not just in rap, but the [?] of life
But how the fuck can I do that? The world's on my back
[? Intertestament] I have to endlessly encounter, no doubt
The gun cloud, troubled me somethin' awful
Flashbacks to [?], and black cats staring at me
Aware that I'm the figure with the trigger finger, but
There's an internal battle goin' on, I wish that half of me was gone
This' actually a tragedy song
Deception seems to be my only enemy, but
The only friends of mine that [? genuine are melodies]
They each contend to be a memory for steady ease, as the best of me
Caresses energy with [? testamentality]
The baddest emcee droppin' through the lone desert
As his mind race through high measures, his life exits
From those that compose stress, bless each his own weakness and
Bring down a strength, [? he get beat down]
Enough of the nonsense, A-F-R-O has a guilty conscience
As lifeless, hardened and darkened
Getting darker by the second, this album a prime example
Imagine me at a way older age
- Differences (2014)
- Definition of a Rap Flow
- #CODE 829
- Long Time Coming
- Dark Energy
- All Caps
- Sunshine and Flowers
- Swarm
- Activated Trap Locks
- Animal Kingdom
- Infantry
- Scared Stupid
- Razor Blade Rhymes
- S.O.S
- Mass Mic Murderer
- Nightmare on Fro Street
- Fro Armstrong
- Use These Blues
- Lair of the Black Worm
- Joe Jackson
- Keep It Movin
- Implosion
- Suicide Note
- Smooth Jazz
- Goodbye