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Afu-Ra - Mortal Kombat lyrics
[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with light skills, i be The blaster, iron palms is elemental Combinations damagin nations in the mental Cerebral cortex is obsolete You'll die ten times if you try to test me Taoist master, rhyme style disaster Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls Holdin it down, iron shirt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] |
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