Afu-ra - Defeat Lyrics
[verse one]: afu-raPeep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinisterIts him with the, been with the, mics next to kin with theLyrical assassinate like toxic wasteRocks is base, matches I burn up in your faceTravel through eons, mentally to spit it viciouslySlapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiouslyThey slipping b, snippin the, mic styles they slipperyA golden aura, it backs the voice you cant ignore theMonumental essence, which crowds wish to adore theShimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, tiffanySages when they meditate, prism filling my imagerySubliminally, thoughts I set it, synchronisticalyThe intricacy, complex levels my entityNo stopping me, Im rocking the, hip-hop philosophyDrummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omni-potent9 9 styles I keep it flowing[chorus]: (dj premier *cutting & scratching*)Randomly flip on bystanders <--guruBlowing up the spot <--Randomly flip <--guruTake control <--And represent, represent, represent <--[verse two]: afu-raPoisonous, venom yes, when I bless the mic and structureSupreme ultimate conductor, eruptionType flow, lyrical lava, torching up foesNuff combustion when Im +crushing+, like big punWhos the one who makes the kids run?Stun like stunguns; son, I hit your fulcrumSeas of mcs I part, and some may call it biblicalSteady causing damage with words, and even syllablesAudio, its too militious, call it viciousNo time for battleing, competition Im shatteringAstro-physical, to melt mics my ritualSomething I couldnt stop, yo, its just habitualFlow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seasYoure to your knees, like hit by a diseaseIts afu, you know who, Im coming fasterPay attention, cause its worldwide disaster[chorus x2]: (dj premier *cutting & scratching*)[verse three]: afu-raListen up, now class was in session, stop fessingWorshiping cars, clothes and weaponsYour reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nisticWeak-ass, character misfitsYou know it wouldnt, last forever with endeavorsMultiple bad moves, your head, you finally severedRecaptivated, by the new heads of stateWhose lyrical ideologies uncover fallaciesAnd dynasties constructed by the morbidI knew it took time, but time it took to floor itThe next centennial, will start with minimalMicrophone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecileLyrical content, for devilishmentBody of the life-force, styles be heaven-sent[chorus x2]: (dj premier *cutting & scratching*)
