Afterhours - La Sinfonia Dei Topi Lyrics
featuring Masta Killa[Afu-Ra]Nine-nine style, you know what'm sayin? Comin at yaThis is how we do...Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategicNo shadows on my kicks too much cheapHorrific, to be specific, I'm comin through with gugitzuBone-crushin, bone-breakin, as I get intoScorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetaHit your pressure points with light skills I be theMaster, Iron palms is elementalCombinations damaging nations in the mentalCerebral cortex is obseleteYou'll die ten times if your tryin to test meTae-ous master, rhyme styles disasterStudied on the cliffs of mountains readin scroolsHoldin it down, Iron Sheik, she comeApprenticed in the temple with the ???I went through torture, deadly styles I'm the authorIngested metals, yeah, they make me supernovaTriple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicksThey comin chiller, so, you must be Masta KillaChorus: Afu-RaIts Afu, change my style, change the weatherIts Afu, change your mind, just too cleverIts Afu, all the weak styles I severCombinin 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 dataTo show and prove and master the seperation of matterThe ?? rep, never lose conscience of selfShed a cell, keep it moving factorSword swing in the temple, mental state, danger chamberEight yang slang, Wu-Tang train vibrant soldiers in this rap gameLike that Shanghai, chinky-eyed chick from Bed StuyWin Chung from Lafayette, prophecy of Malcolm X57 park it, might spark, its the heartOne blood cell featuring Masta KillAt
