Aural Fixation Lyrics
| Song | Aural Fixation |
| Artist | Afu-Ra |
| Album | Life Force Radio |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Muhammad, Philip | |
| (feat. Kenny Muhammed) | |
| [Intro: Afu-Ra] | |
| Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo | |
| The Human Orchestra | |
| Straight come to a revolution, right here | |
| Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.. | |
| [Chorus: Afu-Ra] | |
| Who got the sound you like, with the sound that's right | |
| Quick to say what, say what you like | |
| That's right, I'm turning around again | |
| Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn't breathe | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you | |
| I fell ten stories, with the venacular | |
| Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra | |
| My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster | |
| Find that ass layin' in a dumpster | |
| Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master | |
| Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi | |
| Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie | |
| Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist | |
| Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist | |
| Disappear, reappear, I'm smooth as cashmere | |
| In light years, and travel through the stratosphere | |
| So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow | |
| No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes | |
| I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey | |
| Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy | |
| I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee | |
| I'm gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy | |
| Gillespie, seizure's like epilepsie | |
| Homes, I'm layin' my hat, just like a gipsy | |
| I bless me, let's see, if you can test me | |
| By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee | |
| Honey, no bra's in the vecinity | |
| And I ain't tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid | |
| You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid | |
| Me on the track - is like asexual | |
| Reproduction, something from nothing | |
| Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea | |
| Don't make me have to get the scalp and boy | |
| Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish | |
| Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| I'm on a mission kid, like a 85th track head | |
| Fiended out in a route, that's never talked about | |
| There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control | |
| Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold | |
| Who on a roll, gang control | |
| Surfin' the globe, out of control | |
| Ripped her up, until your toes curl | |
| I get down and wordy, you heard thee | |
| You know it's scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper | |
| Small enough to fit through a key hole | |
| And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole | |
| Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist | |
| Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents | |
| The infinite, holdin' your breath, it's tryin' to come quick | |
| Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly | |
| Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be | |
| Go get the suburbans and the hurses | |
| Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuo qu : Muhammad, Philip | |
| feat. Kenny Muhammed | |
| Intro: AfuRa | |
| Yeah, AfuRa, yo | |
| The Human Orchestra | |
| Straight come to a revolution, right here | |
| Uhhuhhuh, uhuh.. | |
| Chorus: AfuRa | |
| Who got the sound you like, with the sound that' s right | |
| Quick to say what, say what you like | |
| That' s right, I' m turning around again | |
| Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn' t breathe | |
| AfuRa | |
| Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you | |
| I fell ten stories, with the venacular | |
| Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra | |
| My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster | |
| Find that ass layin' in a dumpster | |
| ObiWan, he couldn' t show me how to master | |
| Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi | |
| Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie | |
| Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist | |
| Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist | |
| Disappear, reappear, I' m smooth as cashmere | |
| In light years, and travel through the stratosphere | |
| So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow | |
| No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes | |
| I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose | |
| Chorus | |
| AfuRa | |
| Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey | |
| Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy | |
| I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee | |
| I' m gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy | |
| Gillespie, seizure' s like epilepsie | |
| Homes, I' m layin' my hat, just like a gipsy | |
| I bless me, let' s see, if you can test me | |
| By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee | |
| Honey, no bra' s in the vecinity | |
| And I ain' t tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid | |
| You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid | |
| Me on the track is like asexual | |
| Reproduction, something from nothing | |
| Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea | |
| Don' t make me have to get the scalp and boy | |
| Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish | |
| Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| AfuRa | |
| I' m on a mission kid, like a 85th track head | |
| Fiended out in a route, that' s never talked about | |
| There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control | |
| Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold | |
| Who on a roll, gang control | |
| Surfin' the globe, out of control | |
| Ripped her up, until your toes curl | |
| I get down and wordy, you heard thee | |
| You know it' s scrapped up, dirty, like she don' t use toilet paper | |
| Small enough to fit through a key hole | |
| And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole | |
| Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist | |
| Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents | |
| The infinite, holdin' your breath, it' s tryin' to come quick | |
| Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly | |
| Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be | |
| Go get the suburbans and the hurses | |
| Whether I' m here or gone, I travel through these verses | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Muhammad, Philip | |
| feat. Kenny Muhammed | |
| Intro: AfuRa | |
| Yeah, AfuRa, yo | |
| The Human Orchestra | |
| Straight come to a revolution, right here | |
| Uhhuhhuh, uhuh.. | |
| Chorus: AfuRa | |
| Who got the sound you like, with the sound that' s right | |
| Quick to say what, say what you like | |
| That' s right, I' m turning around again | |
| Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn' t breathe | |
| AfuRa | |
| Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you | |
| I fell ten stories, with the venacular | |
| Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra | |
| My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster | |
| Find that ass layin' in a dumpster | |
| ObiWan, he couldn' t show me how to master | |
| Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi | |
| Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie | |
| Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist | |
| Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist | |
| Disappear, reappear, I' m smooth as cashmere | |
| In light years, and travel through the stratosphere | |
| So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow | |
| No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes | |
| I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose | |
| Chorus | |
| AfuRa | |
| Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey | |
| Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy | |
| I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee | |
| I' m gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy | |
| Gillespie, seizure' s like epilepsie | |
| Homes, I' m layin' my hat, just like a gipsy | |
| I bless me, let' s see, if you can test me | |
| By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee | |
| Honey, no bra' s in the vecinity | |
| And I ain' t tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid | |
| You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid | |
| Me on the track is like asexual | |
| Reproduction, something from nothing | |
| Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea | |
| Don' t make me have to get the scalp and boy | |
| Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish | |
| Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| AfuRa | |
| I' m on a mission kid, like a 85th track head | |
| Fiended out in a route, that' s never talked about | |
| There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control | |
| Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold | |
| Who on a roll, gang control | |
| Surfin' the globe, out of control | |
| Ripped her up, until your toes curl | |
| I get down and wordy, you heard thee | |
| You know it' s scrapped up, dirty, like she don' t use toilet paper | |
| Small enough to fit through a key hole | |
| And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole | |
| Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist | |
| Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents | |
| The infinite, holdin' your breath, it' s tryin' to come quick | |
| Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly | |
| Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be | |
| Go get the suburbans and the hurses | |
| Whether I' m here or gone, I travel through these verses | |
| Chorus x2 |
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