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    Afu-Ra

    Mortal Kombat

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Perverted monks style
    '99 style, know what I'm sayin'?
    Comin' at cha, this how we do
    Paraplegic, my fightin' stance, too strategic
    No shadows on my kicks too much chi-horrific
    To be specific, I'm comin' threw with Jiu-Jitsu
    Bone crushin' bone breakin' as I get into
    Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah
    Hit your pressure points with light skills, I be
    The blaster, iron palms is elemental
    Combinations damagin' nations in the mental
    Cerebral cortex is obsolete
    You'll die ten times if you try to test me
    Taoist master, rhyme style disaster
    Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin' scrolls
    Holdin' it down, iron shirt chi-gung
    Apprentice in the temple with guang-jung-nim
    I went through torture deadly styles I'm the author
    Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova
    Triple spinnin' kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks
    They come much iller, so you must be Masta Killa
    It's Afu, change my style, change the weather
    It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever
    It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever
    Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Masta Killa
    The great ones have searched for the righteous data
    To show and prove and master the separation of matter
    And seein' through death, never loose conscious of self
    Shed a shell keep it movin' factor
    Sword swing it to the temple, mental state
    Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, Wu-Tang
    Train private soldiers in this rap game
    Like that shanghai chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy
    Wang Chung from Lafayette, stuy versant and Malcolm X
    Fifty seven park, it might spark, it's the heart
    One blood cell, featurin' Masta Kill
    After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one
    Young Chun, prodigal son, killa bees disease
    Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege
    Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread
    Like spinnin' roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead
    It's Afu, change my style, change the weather
    It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever
    It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever
    Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Masta Killa
    It's Afu, change my style, change the weather
    It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever
    It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever
    Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Masta Killa
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