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Perverted monks
'99 style, know I'm sayin'?
Comin' at cha, how we do

Paraplegic, my fightin' stance, too
No on my kicks too much chi-horrific
To be specific, I'm comin' with Jiu-Jitsu
Bone bone breakin' as I get into

Scorpion styles, with the of a cheetah
Hit your pressure points with skills, I be
The blaster, iron palms is
Combinations nations in the mental

cortex is obsolete
You'll die ten if you try to test me
Taoist master, rhyme disaster
Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin'

Holdin' it down, iron chi-gung
in the temple with guang-jung-nim
I through torture deadly styles I'm the author
Ingested metals, yeah they made me
Triple spinnin' kicks, side kicks, and kicks
They come iller, so you must be Masta Killa

It's Afu, change my style, change the
It's Afu, your mind, just too clever
Afu, all the weak styles I sever
Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Killa

The great ones have for the righteous data
To show and prove and master the of matter
And seein' death, never loose conscious of self
Shed a shell keep it movin'

Sword it to the temple, mental state
Danger chamber, yang slang, Wu-Tang
Train private in this rap game
Like that shanghai chinky eyed chick Bedstuy

Wang Chung from Lafayette, stuy and Malcolm X
Fifty seven park, it spark, it's the heart
One cell, featurin' Masta Kill
After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, one

Young Chun, prodigal son, killa bees
Home grown, flown from over seas, city siege
Ya bleed, the weed got 'em red dread
Like spinnin' roundhouse to the head, he dead

Afu, change my style, change the weather
It's Afu, change your mind, too clever
It's Afu, all the weak styles I
Combinin' two styles on the Mic Masta Killa

It's Afu, change my style, change the
It's Afu, change your mind, just too
Afu, all the weak styles I sever
Combinin' two styles on the Mic Masta Killa