Mortal Combat – Afu-Ra

Mendengarkan alunan lagu dari Afu-Ra memang keren, lirik Mortal Combat juga tidak kalah bagusnya, Tapi tahukah anda kalau Afu-Ra kemungkinan memiliki lagu lainnya seperti Flesh And Bone - Bon Jovi yang modis, atau Shadows - Nidji yang wow, dan apalagi jika mendengarkan I'm Talkin - Missy Elliott akan menambah semarak hidup kita ini.
featuring Masta Killa




[Afu-Ra]


Nine-nine style, you know what'm sayin? Comin at ya


This is how we do...


Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategic


No shadows on my kicks too much chi


Horrific, to be specific, I'm comin through with Ju-Jitzu


Bone-crushin, bone-breakin, as I get into


Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheeta


Hit your pressure points with light skills I be the


Master, Iron palms is elemental


Combinations damaging nations in the mental


Cerebral cortex is obselete


You'll die ten times if your tryin to test me


Taoist master, rhyme styles disaster


Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls


Holdin it down, Iron Shirt Chi Kung


Apprenticed in the temple with the ???


I went through torture, deadly styles I'm the author


Ingested metals, yeah, they make me supernova


Triple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicks


They comin chiller, so, you must be Masta Killa




Chorus: Afu-Ra


Its Afu, change my style, change the weather


Its Afu, change your mind, just too clever


Its Afu, all the weak styles I sever


Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa


*repeat*




[Masta Killa]


Comin through, nuff respect due, check...


The great ones have searched for the richeous data


To show and prove and master the seperation of matter


The ?? rep, never lose conscience of self


Shed a cell, keep it moving factor


Sword swing in the temple, mental state, danger chamber


Eight yang slang, Wu-Tang train vibrant soldiers in this rap game


Like that Shanghai, chinky-eyed chick from Bed Stuy


Win Chung from Lafayette, prophecy of Malcolm X


57 park it, might spark, its the heart


One blood cell featuring Masta Kill


At dark he goes, bust guns


Trust none, touch one, young sun


Prodigal Sun, Killer Bees disease


Homegrown flown from overseas city under siege


Your eyes bleed, the weed got a red dred


Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, leave dead




Chorus
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