Warfare Afu-Ra (Ft. M.O.P.)

[Intro: Lil' Fame]
Hahahahahaha
Now it's about to be talked about

[Verse 1: Afu-Ra]
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama
I'm under cover, make moves like no other
In dark alleys, you're gettin' opened from your belly
I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna skelly
I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy & I be
Mashin' out crews of bad dudes for nuthin'
Or 'cause they frontin', they corny style, I show 'em somethin'
A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear
I'm scrubbin' down, this Hip Hop shit's infested
Too many niggas sexin' the mic, they not protected
Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested
The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic
'Cause M.O.P. and Afu-Ra, shits bionic

[Hook: Afu-Ra, Afu-Ra & M.O.P.]
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me