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Afu Ra
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[Verse One]: Afu-Ra
Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister
Its him with the, been with the, mics Next to kin with the
Lyrical assassinate like toxic waste
Rocks is base, matches I burn up in your face
Travel through eons, mentally to spit it viciously
Slapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiously
They slipping B, snippin the, mic styles they slippery
A golden aura, it backs the voice you cant ignore the
Monumental essence, which crowds wish to adore the
Shimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, Tiffany
Sages when they meditate, prism filling my imagery
Subliminally, thoughts I set it, Synchronisticaly
The intricacy, complex levels my entity
No stopping me, Im rocking the, Hip-Hop philosophy
Drummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omni-potent
9 9 styles I keep it flowing
[Chorus]: (Dj Premier *cutting %26 scratching*)
"Randomly flip on bystanders" <--Guru
"Blowing up the spot" <--
"Randomly flip" <--Guru
"Take control" <--
"And represent, represent, represent" <--
[Verse Two]: Afu-Ra
Poisonous, venom yes, when I bless the mic and structure
Supreme ultimate conductor, eruption
Type flow, lyrical lava, torching up foes
Nuff combustion when Im +crushing+, like Big Pun
Whos the one who makes the kids run?
Stun like stunguns; son, I hit your Fulcrum
Seas of MCs I part, and some may call it Biblical
Steady causing damage with words, and even syllables
Audio, its too militious, call it vicious
No time for battleing, competition Im shattering
Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual
Something I couldnt stop, yo, its just habitual
Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas
Youre to your knees, like hit by a disease
Its Afu, you know who, Im coming faster
Pay attention, cause its worldwide disaster
[Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting %26 scratching*)
[Verse Three]: Afu-Ra
Listen up, now class was in session, stop fessing
Worshiping cars, clothes and weapons
Your reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nistic
Weak-ass, character misfits
You know it wouldnt, last forever with endeavors
Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed
Recaptivated, by the new heads of state
Whose lyrical ideologies uncover fallacies
And dynasties constructed by the morbid
I knew it took time, but time it took to floor it
The next centennial, will start with minimal
Microphone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecile
Lyrical content, for devilishment
Body of the Life-Force, Styles be Heaven-sent
[Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting %26 scratching*)
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