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Afu-Ra - Mortal combat



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[Afu-Ra]
   Nine-nine style, you know what'm sayin? Comin at ya
   This is how we do...
   Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategic
   No shadows on my kicks too much cheap
   Horrific, to be specific, I'm comin through with gugitzu
   Bone-crushin, bone-breakin, as I get into
   Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheeta
   Hit your pressure points with light skills I be the
   Master, Iron palms is elemental
   Combinations damaging nations in the mental
   Cerebral cortex is obselete
   You'll die ten times if your tryin to test me
   Tae-ous master, rhyme styles disaster
   Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrools
   Holdin it down, Iron Sheik, she come
   Apprenticed in the temple with the ???
   I went through torture, deadly styles I'm the author
   Ingested metals, yeah, they make me supernova
   Triple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicks
   They comin chiller, so, you must be Masta Killa
  
   Chorus: Afu-Ra
   Its Afu, change my style, change the weather
   Its Afu, change your mind, just too clever
   Its Afu, all the weak styles I sever
   Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa
   *repeat*
  
   [Masta Killa]
   Comin through, nuff respect due, check...
   The great ones have searched for the richeous data
   To show and prove and master the seperation of matter
   The ?? rep, never lose conscience of self
   Shed a cell, keep it moving factor
   Sword swing in the temple, mental state, danger chamber
   Eight yang slang, Wu-Tang train vibrant soldiers in this rap game
   Like that Shanghai, chinky-eyed chick from Bed Stuy
   Win Chung from Lafayette, prophecy of Malcolm X
   57 park it, might spark, its the heart
   One blood cell featuring Masta Kill
   At dark he goes, bust guns
   Trust none, touch one, young sun
   Prodigal Sun, Killer Bees disease
   Homegrown flown from overseas city under siege
   Your eyes bleed, the weed got a red dred
   Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, leave dead
  
   Chorus
  




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