Intro / Who’s Dat

[Intro]

(Footsteps)
(Match strikes)

A-F-R-O, what you doin' with that match?

It's come to that time
Where I have
No More Patience

(Sounds of fire crackling)
(Scream)
Ha ha ha ha ...

No More Patience

[Who's Dat feat. DJ City Rich]

[Scratches: DJ City Rich]
Take it personal

That's right
City Rich, what up

[Chorus]
Hit the deck, go and drop to the flo'
C4 'bout to pop and it blow
Better run and tell them
Who's that
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

Hit the deck, nigga, stop, drop, roll
Flex on a brother when I chop, drop blows, like
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

[Verse 1: A-F-R-O]
No More Patience, my brother, when I’m on that track meet
I'm overlapping even If I’m too fat for an athlete
Who's that?
The one they call the A-FRO
Move back!
I’m making you run it whenever I say so
True that
And dearly beloved, my brotha, you stay gone
Shoot back!
You hearin’ me dumb when I gotta go napalm
You hearin’ me rocking, you brothas don’t know
That I’m on to the top of the game
When I’m rocking’ the frame
You niggas don’t go with the flow
You never gon rock it the same

[Chorus]
Hit the deck, go and drop to the flo'
C4 'bout to pop and it blow
Better run and tell them
Who's that
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

Hit the deck, nigga, stop, drop, roll
Flex on a brother when I chop, drop blows, like
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

[Scratches: DJ City Rich]
Take it personal

[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]
I beat up a motherfucker like my name is Tiny Lister
Rhyming elixir, might as well go give you a blister
Mister, mister, rippin’ it like I be RZA
Spittin’ it like I be GZA, FRO no ordinary nigra!
Ready to dump out
That CODE 829 flow when I gun out
When the brother on the jump now
Eat up everybody and I’m ready to hunt now
With a doggone bomb, when I got to blow
With God on my side, when I’m ready to survive
On guard with the go when I’m ready to ride
The Bonzai with atomic bombs that I’m ready to drop

[Refrain]
Ladies and gentlemen
Step up, step up and watch
And listen, and learn
To the one they call A-F-R-O

[Chorus]
Hit the deck, go and drop to the flo'
C4 'bout to pop and it blow
Better run and tell them
Who's that
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

Hit the deck, nigga, stop, drop, roll
Flex on a brother when I chop, drop blows, like
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

[Verse 3: A-F-R-O]
Gotta give it a push, pick it up
Bringing the pain, Tical, I’m All I Need
When I give it a particular touch from the cusp
When I live to bust, I push all my speed
And I’m sick of the fuss
And them motherfuckers always gon' sleep on me
Even though I got it
Gimme the key to lead, see me the emcee
Breathing that new life in hip hop
Modern but got that old school flavor
Savor the wonderful taste buds
I’m putting my hate and love in the butter
And mix it to give you a plate of slugs
When I move right past, my lyric gon' shoot right back
To give 'em a hole in one
When I do write raps, I feel like a two-time champ
That got me the Golden Gloves

[Chorus]
Hit the deck, go and drop to the flo'
C4 'bout to pop and it blow
Better run and tell them
Who's that
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

Hit the deck, nigga, stop, drop, roll
Flex on a brother when I chop, drop blows, like
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (nigga)
Who's that (with 'em)
Who's that (hit 'em)

That's right
City Rich, what up

[Scratches: DJ City Rich]
Take it personal

No More Patience