afro connections at a hi in the eyes of the hoodlum þarký sözü

pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
dove: yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
look up to, that fell the fuck off.
mase: and now they doing all that r´n´b sh..(crocker!)
dove: you mean rhthym and blues?
de la soul: no! rappin´ bullsh...

dove:
connection a, click, what?
my dick, chick
i smack a fish if you thinks
my connection ain´t thick, dick
headed like a punk whip
i travel miles with a rhythmic lip
i rock an afro
in ´83, gee, yo
and spray the sheen so i get a soul glow
i play the corner tough
and me and mase pull puffs on a blunt

mase:
givin´ high-five is what i want
so i puff a blunt, i don´t front
i get spliffed, get a stiff
then i go hump a stunt
like a pimp pro
(nah, man, a super ho)
that´s cool ´cause i´m still an afro bro
yeah, i´m live for my life is hectic
every hour, every minute, every second
i keep a level head and stay down to earth
´cause i´ve been an afro since birth

pos:
yeah
now i hold my crotch ´cause i´m top-notch
i run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab
i´ve got five beepers, you scab
but you can find me directly on the ave
(you niggas cheat me, well who´s that!)
my breath never smells wack
i eat the watermelon tic-tac
before i kiss myself i always jump back
(yo, gee, this track is stack)
(and you know that)

i do three flips
when a punk flip on my duke lifts
but i flex more strength when i´m asleep
on the other side with his main tapes
make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
but i may, she flocks round me like a donut
she got sprinkles but i bite my way out
more brothers come about, try to scheme slick
but the native tongue´s thick
lick ´em real good, like a real hood should
but the fly tape let the car speakers shake
i ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but
show gold teeth, ´cause i ain´t a vegetarian
not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief
got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
´cause i´m big-willed, blow off like a seal
´cause connection with the afro is real

dove:
i be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
because it´s tough to bluff a cab
no wonder melle mel is ´rrrr-rah!´
i play of tape of the son of la-di-da
my cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day
keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
i kicks my tricks, is to live for island
i mug a mug vic, but i´s cool, i self
with the quickness i bust the true slang
show no pit to those who don´t understand

mase:
the maseo got tailed with the big bail
i busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
i seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(he don´t care, ´cause his nigga´s selling crack to the kids)
my jeans are brand new, with twelve more
in the closet with my silk, and below
my 45 pack thick, draw quick
if a nigga starts some shibidibidit
my crib is uptown, downtown, l.i.
and another crib in queens
i munch some cornbread, boar´s head
my favorite porck chops and
a plate of collar greens
i chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed
and the rastafarians´ll be the crown in
and the poppa
but the connections are still a high-five

(let´s get busy)