Defeat Lyrics - Singles - Afu-ra

[Verse One]: Afu-Ra 

Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister 

It's him with the, been with the, mic's 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 be , snippin the, mic styles they slippery 

A golden aura, it backs the voice you can't 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, I'm 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 & scratching*) 

"Randomly flip on bystanders" 

"Blowing up the spot" 

"Randomly flip" 

"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 I'm +crushing+, like Big Pun 

Who's 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, it's too militious, call it vicious 

No time for battleing, competition I'm shattering 

Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual 

Something I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual 

Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas 

You're to your knees, like hit by a disease 

It's Afu, you know who, I'm coming faster 

Pay attention, cause it's worldwide disaster 

[Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & 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 wouldn't, 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 & scratching*)