Mic Stance Lyrics - Singles - Afu-ra

[Intro: DJ Premier] 

Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force 

Yo, you know how I do son (yeah) 

Yeah, so why don't you (yeah) 

Get on this mic and represent one time 

[Afu-Ra] 

Some MC's you know they artificial 

Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles 

Lyrics run right through your tissues 

Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller 

How my sound rounds could bill-a 

Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across 

Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault 

Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin 

Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin 

Perverted linguistics came to rip shit 

Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips 

My ink hits from backyards to basements 

Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick 

Superbly, my words be, like third degree 

Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be 

It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry 

My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be 

Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer 

Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do 

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples] 

"Afu-Ra" 

"The Body of the Life Force" 

"Rough and tough" 

"Lyrical warrior" 

"The Body of the Life Force" 

"Microphone check one two" 

[Afu-Ra] 

Mic stance, starts the illustration 

As I dive into creation, wit so much patience 

Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up 

Stainin it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup 

I'm usin fake MC's for target practice 

To usurp your experts, will be my best work 

I'm takin stripes, might snipe ya, cause I'm hyper 

Will incite the shit too loose, I'll make it tighter 

Flowin on and on like I was nylon 

Sounds gong, check ti, Brook-nom to Saig-gong 

My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat 

Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions 

I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms 

You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens 

Lion of Judah type style, and you're forgiven 

I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate 

You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait 

Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes 

And breeze by on the mic, like EZ passes 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Afu-Ra] 

I'm kinda killin a, willin a, instillin a, billin a 

Yo, yo you talkin MC's, ain't nothin similar 

Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya 

Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya 

A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it 

Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it 

Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked 

Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it 

Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific 

Lyrical typhoon crossin the Pacific 

Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it 

Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it 

Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that the surge hits 

Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic 

Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy 

Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster 

Earthquake type telepathy 

Yeah, one, two, how we do 

[Chorus 2X]