Perverted style '99 style, know what I'm at cha, this how we do
Paraplegic, my stance, too strategic No on my kicks too much chi-horrific To be specific, I'm comin' threw with Bone crushin' bone as I get into
styles, with the speed of a cheetah Hit your pressure points with skills, I be The blaster, iron is elemental Combinations damagin' in the mental
Cerebral cortex is You'll die ten if you try to test me Taoist master, rhyme style Studied on the cliffs of readin' scrolls
Holdin' it down, iron chi-gung Apprentice in the temple with I went through deadly styles I'm the author metals, yeah they made me supernova Triple spinnin' kicks, side kicks, and kicks They much iller, so you must be Masta Killa
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 on the Mic with Masta Killa
The great ones have searched for the data To show and prove and master the of matter And seein' through death, never loose conscious of 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 chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy
Wang from Lafayette, stuy versant and Malcolm X Fifty seven park, it spark, it's the heart One blood cell, featurin' Masta After dark he goes, bust gone, none, touch one
Young Chun, son, killa bees disease Home grown, flown over seas, city under siege Ya bleed, the weed got 'em red dread Like spinnin' kicks to the head, he dead
It's Afu, my style, change the weather It's Afu, change your mind, too clever Afu, all the weak styles I sever Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Masta
It's Afu, change my style, change the Afu, change your mind, just too clever It's Afu, all the weak I sever Combinin' two styles on the Mic Masta Killa