PF Cuttin - Prankster lyrics

[Afu-Ra] Back in the days, I never snatched pocket books I just snatch ya mind up with the flow and the hook That's right, be on alert, coming faster Corny mc's, body snatcher with the rapture Dismember ya body, like I was a raptor Tuck ya eyes out, so you can't see my laughter Don't care how many gold and platinum plaques you got I put my foot in your a**, up in the spot A beast break necks, that's right, you couldn't sit through I'm bone crushing on the mic like a pitbull Foamin' at the mouth, ferocious, to start again Rockin' hardbody cardigen, with the timberlands P.F. drop the beat, Afu drop the grammar Was swift with the gift, old school like cold bangers The five mic slangin', head bangin', chitty chitty bang bangin' Name your whole rap crew, like I'm gang bangin' [Hook: Afu-Ra] You ain't no gangsta rapper, you'se an amateur I seen you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya You ain't no gangsta, n***a, you just a poser I grab the mic and do it like it's supposed ta' You ain't no gangsta, n***a, you just a wa*ksta I schooled you back in the days, you just a prankster You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya [Afu-Ra] Am I brothers keeper? Don't get swept beneath the rug Stomp these posers out, like they water bugs Tired of these rappers, with these ice mugs Clamining that they spitting slugs, but they spitting duds Tired of these fake thugs, that's lighter than feathers With all that nonsense, they puttin together, screaming murder murder I thought they would of learned from Biggie and 2Pac That you can bring to life, what you spittin' in your art You ain't no gangsta, n***a, you'se a wa*ksta I schooled you back in the days, you just a pranksta You ain't no gangsta, rapper, you'se an amateur I saw you back in the days, they used to laugh at ya It's Mr. Spectacular, tacular Bout to swat that a** out the sky like he gammara The flex of ego, on your little pedestool In front of your people, now what you wanna do? [Hook] [Afu-Ra] You can't stop this hard rock, rock, ready to rock this I got lyrical ability, to bring ya hot sh** I swat so many cats, it's raining birds Cause I'm cold as ice, forget the ice in ya watch, kid Spit more flames than the back of a rocket Mic check, one-two, linin' up my targets I be the mad man in front of the cam That be stealing ya fans, yup, up on the red carpet Make more connections than Nextel, ring the bell On first connection, make ya f**ing lips swell Make more noise than a terrorist attack I'm dangerous like anthrax, my voice burn up the wax Against the way, I put my self up on the map I'm a dope MC, I put the squeeze on the dope tracks Body care free, on the dope tracks A hundred round banana clip, leave you where you at [Hook]