Perverted Monks '99 Style, know what I'm 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 with Bone crushin bone breakin as I get Scorpion styles, the speed of a cheetah Hit your pressure points light skills, I be The blaster, Palms is elemental Combinations damagin nations in the cortex is obsolete You'll die ten times if you try to me Taoist master, rhyme disaster Studied on the of mountains readin scrolls Holdin it down, iron chigung Apprentice in the temple Guang Jung Nim I went through torture styles I'm the author Ingested metals, yeah they me supernova Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook They much iller, so you must be Masta Killa
It's Afu, 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, change my style, the weather It's Afu, change mind, just too clever It's Afu, all the weak styles I two styles on the mic with Masta Killa
The ones have searched for the righteous data To show and prove and the separation of matter And seein through death, loose conscious of self Shed a shell it movin factor Sword swing it to the temple, mental Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, Train private soldiers in this rap Like that Shanghai chinky eyed chick from Chung from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X Fifty Park, it might spark, it's the heart One cell, featurin Masta Kill After he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one chun, prodigal son, Killa Bees disease Home grown, flown over seas, city under siege Ya eyes bleed, the got 'em red dread Like spinnin roundhouse to the head, he dead
It's Afu, change my style, the weather Afu, change your mind, just too clever It's Afu, all the weak I sever Combinin two 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 styles I sever Combinin two on the mic with Masta Killa