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    Afu-Ra / Lyrics

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    "Mic Stance" Lyrics


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    [Intro: DJ Premier]
    Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force
    Yo, you know how I do son (yeah)
    Yeah, so why don't you (yeah)
    Get on this mic and represent one time

    Some MC's you know they artificial
    Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles
    Lyrics run right through your tissues
    Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller
    How my sound rounds could bill-a
    Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across
    Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault
    Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin
    Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin
    Perverted linguistics came to rip shit
    Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips
    My ink hits from backyards to basements
    Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick
    Superbly, my words be, like third degree
    Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be
    It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry
    My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be
    Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer
    Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do

    [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples]
    "The Body of the Life Force"
    "Rough and tough"
    "Lyrical warrior"
    "The Body of the Life Force"
    "Microphone check one two"

    Mic stance, starts the illustration
    As I dive into creation, wit so much patience
    Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up
    Stainin it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup
    I'm usin fake MC's for target practice
    To usurp your experts, will be my best work
    I'm takin stripes, might snipe ya, cause I'm hyper
    Will incite the shit too loose, I'll make it tighter
    Flowin on and on like I was nylon
    Sounds gong, check ti, Brook-nom to Saig-gong
    My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat
    Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions
    I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms
    You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens
    Lion of Judah type style, and you're forgiven
    I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate
    You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait
    Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes
    And breeze by on the mic, like EZ passes

    [Chorus 2X]

    I'm kinda killin a, willin a, instillin a, billin a
    Yo, yo you talkin MC's, ain't nothin similar
    Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya
    Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya
    A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it
    Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it
    Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked
    Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it
    Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific
    Lyrical typhoon crossin the Pacific
    Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it
    Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it
    Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that the surge hits
    Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic
    Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy
    Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster
    Earthquake type telepathy
    Yeah, one, two, how we do

    [Chorus 2X]
    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Christopher E. Martin, Aaron Ocosice Phillip.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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