[Intro: DJ Premier]
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Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force
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Yo, you know how I do son (yeah)
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Yeah, so why don't you (yeah)
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Get on this mic and represent one time
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[Afu-Ra]
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Some MC's you know they artificial
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Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles
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Lyrics run right through your tissues
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Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller
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How my sound rounds could bill-a
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Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across
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Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault
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Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin
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Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin
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Perverted linguistics came to rip shit
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Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips
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My ink hits from backyards to basements
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Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick
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Superbly, my words be, like third degree
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Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be
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It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry
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My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be
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Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer
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Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do
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[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples]
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"Afu-Ra"
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"The Body of the Life Force"
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"Rough and tough"
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"Lyrical warrior"
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"The Body of the Life Force"
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"Microphone check one two"
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[Afu-Ra]
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Mic stance, starts the illustration
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As I dive into creation, wit so much patience
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Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up
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Stainin it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup
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I'm usin fake MC's for target practice
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To usurp your experts, will be my best work
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I'm takin stripes, might snipe ya, cause I'm hyper
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Will incite the shit too loose, I'll make it tighter
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Flowin on and on like I was nylon
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Sounds gong, check ti, Brook-nom to Saig-gong
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My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat
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Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions
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I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms
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You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens
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Lion of Judah type style, and you're forgiven
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I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate
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You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait
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Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes
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And breeze by on the mic, like EZ passes
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Afu-Ra]
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I'm kinda killin a, willin a, instillin a, billin a
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Yo, yo you talkin MC's, ain't nothin similar
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Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya
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Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya
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A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it
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Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it
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Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked
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Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it
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Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific
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Lyrical typhoon crossin the Pacific
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Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it
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Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it
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Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that the surge hits
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Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic
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Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy
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Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster
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Earthquake type telepathy
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Yeah, one, two, how we do
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[Chorus 2X]
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Mic Stance
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Afu-Ra |