Afu-ra - Mortal Kombat Lyrics
[intro]Perverted monks style99 style, knowhatimsayin?Comin at cha, this how we do[afu-ra]Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategicNo shadows on my kicks too much chi horrificTo be specific, Im comin threw with jiu-jitsuBone crushin bone breakin as I get intoScorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetahHit your pressure points with light skills, I beThe blaster, iron palms is elementalCombinations damagin nations in the mentalCerebral cortex is obsoleteYoull die ten times if you try to test meTaoist master, rhyme style disasterStudied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrollsHoldin it down, iron shirt chigungApprentice in the temple with guang jung nimI went through torture deadly styles Im the authorIngested metals, yeah they made me supernovaTriple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicksThey come much iller, so you must be masta killa[chorus 2x]Its 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[masta killa]The great ones have searched for the righteous dataTo show and prove and master the separation of matterAnd seein through death, never loose conscious of selfShed a shell keep it movin factorSword swing it to the temple, mental stateDanger chamber, eighth yang slang, wu-tangTrain private soldiers in this rap gameLike that shanghai chinky eyed chick from bedstuyWang chung from lafayette, stuyversant and malcolm xFifty seven park, it might spark, its the heartOne blood cell, featurin masta killAfter dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch oneYoung chun, prodigal son, killa bees diseaseHome grown, flown from over seas, city under siegeYa eyes bleed, the weed got em red dreadLike spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead[chorus 2x]
