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Perverted Monks
'99 Style, know I'm sayin?
at cha, this how we do

Paraplegic, my fightin too strategic
No shadows on my kicks too much Chi
To be specific, I'm comin threw jiu-jitsu
Bone crushin bone as I get into
Scorpion styles, with the speed of a
Hit pressure points with light skills, I be
The blaster, Iron is elemental
Combinations nations in the mental
Cerebral cortex is
You'll die ten if you try to test me
Taoist master, rhyme disaster
Studied on the cliffs of mountains scrolls
Holdin it down, iron chigung
in the temple with Guang Jung Nim
I went through torture styles I'm the author
Ingested metals, yeah they made me
Triple kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks
They come iller, so you must be Masta Killa

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

The great ones have searched for the data
To show and prove and master the of matter
And seein through death, never conscious of self
a shell keep it movin factor
Sword it to the temple, mental state
Danger chamber, eighth yang slang,
Train private soldiers in rap game
Like that Shanghai eyed chick from Bedstuy
Wang Chung from Lafayette, Stuyversant and X
Fifty Seven Park, it spark, it's the heart
One blood cell, featurin Masta
After dark he goes, gone, trust none, touch one
Young chun, prodigal son, Bees disease
grown, flown from over seas, city under siege
Ya eyes bleed, the got 'em red dread
spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead

It's Afu, 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 with Killa

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