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    Afu-Ra / Lyrics

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    "Mortal Kombat" Lyrics

    Afu-Ra feat. Masta Killa

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    [Intro]
    Perverted Monks style
    '99 style, knowhatimsayin?
    Comin at cha, this how we do

    [Afu-Ra]
    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    Cerebral cortex is obsolete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 chigung
    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

    [Chorus 2X]
    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

    [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, Stuyversant 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

    [Chorus 2X]
    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Aaron Phillip, J. Roach.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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