Perverted Monks Lyrics - Afu-ra

Perverted Monks style 

'99 Style, know what I'm sayin? 

Comin at cha, this how we do 

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Cerebral cortex is obsolete 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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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