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

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

Scorpion styles, with the of a cheetah
Hit your points with light skills, I be
The blaster, iron is elemental
Combinations damagin' nations in the

Cerebral is obsolete
die ten times if you try to test me
Taoist master, style disaster
Studied on the cliffs of mountains scrolls

Holdin' it down, shirt chi-gung
in the temple with guang-jung-nim
I went through torture deadly I'm the author
Ingested metals, they made me supernova
Triple kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks
They come much iller, so you be Masta Killa

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

The great ones searched for the righteous data
To show and prove and master the separation of
And seein' through death, never loose conscious of
a shell keep it movin' factor

Sword swing it to the temple, mental
Danger chamber, eighth yang slang,
private soldiers in this rap game
Like that chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy

Chung from Lafayette, stuy versant and Malcolm X
Fifty park, it might 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 over seas, city under siege
Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red
spinnin' roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead

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

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