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Perverted monks
'99 style, know what I'm
at cha, this how we do

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

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

Cerebral cortex is
You'll die ten times if you try to me
Taoist master, style disaster
Studied on the cliffs of mountains scrolls

Holdin' it down, iron shirt
Apprentice in the temple guang-jung-nim
I went torture deadly styles 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, change my style, change the
It's Afu, change mind, just too clever
It's Afu, all the weak styles I
Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Killa

The great have searched for the righteous data
To and prove and master the separation of matter
And seein' through death, loose conscious of self
Shed a shell keep it movin'

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

Chung from Lafayette, stuy versant and Malcolm X
Fifty seven park, it might spark, it's the
One blood cell, featurin' Masta
After dark he goes, gone, trust none, touch one

Young Chun, prodigal son, killa disease
Home grown, flown from seas, city under siege
Ya eyes bleed, the got 'em red dread
Like roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead

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

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