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

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

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

Cerebral is obsolete
You'll die ten times if you try to me
Taoist master, rhyme disaster
Studied on the cliffs of readin' scrolls

it down, iron shirt chi-gung
Apprentice in the with guang-jung-nim
I went torture deadly styles I'm the author
Ingested metals, yeah they me supernova
Triple spinnin' kicks, kicks, and hook kicks
They come iller, so you must be Masta Killa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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