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

Paraplegic, my stance too strategic
No shadows on my kicks too Chi horrific
To be specific, I'm comin threw with
Bone crushin bone breakin as I get
styles, with the speed of a cheetah
Hit your pressure points with skills, I be
The blaster, Iron Palms is
Combinations damagin nations in the
Cerebral is obsolete
You'll die ten if you try to test me
master, rhyme style disaster
Studied on the of mountains readin scrolls
Holdin it down, iron chigung
Apprentice in the temple with Jung Nim
I went torture deadly styles I'm the author
metals, yeah they made me supernova
Triple spinnin kicks, kicks, and hook kicks
They come much iller, so you be Masta Killa

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

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

The great have searched for the righteous data
To show and prove and master the separation of
And seein through death, never loose conscious of
Shed a shell keep it factor
Sword it to the temple, mental state
Danger chamber, yang slang, Wu-Tang
Train private in this rap game
Like that Shanghai chinky eyed chick from
Wang from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X
Fifty Park, it might spark, it's the heart
One blood cell, featurin Masta
After dark he goes, bust gone, none, touch one
Young chun, prodigal son, Killa Bees
Home grown, flown from over seas, city under
Ya bleed, the weed 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
It's Afu, all the weak styles I
Combinin two styles on the mic Masta 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 on the mic with Masta Killa