[Intro]
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Perverted Monks style
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'99 style, knowhatimsayin?
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Comin at cha, this how we do
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[Afu-Ra]
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Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic
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No shadows on my kicks too much Chi horrific
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To be specific, I'm comin threw with jiu-jitsu
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Bone crushin bone breakin as I get into
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Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah
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Hit your pressure points with light skills, I be
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The blaster, Iron Palms is elemental
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Combinations damagin nations in the mental
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Cerebral cortex is obsolete
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You'll die ten times if you try to test me
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Taoist master, rhyme style disaster
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Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls
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Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung
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Apprentice in the temple with Guang Jung Nim
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I went through torture deadly styles I'm the author
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Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova
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Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks
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They come much iller, so you must be Masta Killa
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[Chorus 2X]
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It's Afu, change my style, change the weather
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It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever
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It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever
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Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa
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[Masta Killa]
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The great ones have searched for the righteous data
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To show and prove and master the separation of matter
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And seein through death, never loose conscious of self
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Shed a shell keep it movin factor
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Sword swing it to the temple, mental state
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Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, Wu-Tang
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Train private soldiers in this rap game
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Like that Shanghai chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy
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Wang Chung from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X
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Fifty Seven Park, it might spark, it's the heart
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One blood cell, featurin Masta Kill
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After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one
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Young chun, prodigal son, Killa Bees disease
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Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege
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Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread
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Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead
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[Chorus 2X]
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Mortal Kombat
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Afu-Ra |