[Chorus 4X: scratched up samples]
Poisonous taoist!
Afu-Ra!
The body of the life force!
[Afu-Ra]
The body of the life force, scientifical street nigga
I walk with a limp, no pimp sign, I`m an urban gorilla
Rough and rugged, plus I keep it realer than realer
Stomp these streets, I`m known as a mic killer
With vintage lines, that vintage rhyme
Black circles around rap camps, I be the lord of the rhyme
Whose the prettiest, baddest, most more, know down
G-O-D, Blackie Chan, watch me shut it down
Incredible, my credit is credibly credible
Put hoes up in the track, like heavy metal do
Cats act up, I hit `em with the John Woo
Yo, I chop `em up, hit `em up, and rip `em up
The Lion King`s in town, boy, it`s murder on the sound boy
So line your favorite cottage rappers to sing it
Like Keith Murray; my Def Jams, they will get in ya
I slice and dice my competition like a ninja
[Chorus 2X]
[Afu-Ra]
Now let me introduce you, to the man, the myth, the mental
Influential, bi-centinial, lyrical spiritual material
Hittin` you like a literal miracle
Settin` fire to the streets, that`s my ritual
Fossils of my rap book, left for anthropoligists
Show `em how amazing the jazz, I`m blazing the hooks
Heavily heavily, intertwine with the melody
Deadly deadly, kill the tracks with my medly
Give me that mic fool, you only stuntin` and frontin`
Fluffin` and bluffin`, and ain`t sayin nothing, stop fronting
The way I shoot the gift, I`m sick with this
I make crowds flip, I`m a hip hop therapist
And you can do the hustle, freak ya body, bounce
But I gotta spit fire, so I`m sure to get ya every ounce
I`m worth my weight, and gold and all it`s luster
Step up in the place (Woo-Hah) like I`m Busta
[Chorus 4X]
[Afu-Ra]
Hold up, wait, the sounds kinda knocking
Dreaded they up in the club, let`s get it poppin`
Jolting compositions as if I was a virus
One breathe to raise the dead, those try to ride this
and of course, I take it back to the hood
Afu riggedy Ra, in the hood, raw like a porno is
A wild brother but I dip like a corn fiddle
Trey eight, snubnose, type of flow, get a gun, though
I`m nasty, as we had it with this
I eat rappers, alive, as if my name was Hannibal, kid
Perverted Monk, medicating in the cut
Flying guillotine raps, aiyo, I cut shit up
Masterin` the art, technique dycatomy
Straight up yo, I`m bout to catch a body like Gotti
At home in my zone, who feel the ecstasy
Explicitly, the lyrical telepathy
[Chorus 4X]
