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[Verse One]: |
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Afu-Ra Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister |
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It's him with the, been with the, mic's |
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Next to kin with the |
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Lyrical assassinate like toxic waste |
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Rocks is base, matches |
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I burn up in your face |
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Travel through eons, mentally to spit it viciously |
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Slapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiously |
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They slipping |
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B, snippin the, mic styles they slippery |
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A golden aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore the |
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Monumental essence, which crowds wish to adore the |
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Shimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, |
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Tiffany Sages when they meditate, prism filling my imagery |
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Subliminally, thoughts |
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I set it, |
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Synchronisticaly |
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The intricacy, complex levels my entity |
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No stopping me, |
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I'm rocking the, |
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Hip-Hop philosophy |
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Drummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omni-potent 9 9 styles |
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I keep it flowing [Chorus]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) "Randomly flip on bystanders" <-- |
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Guru "Blowing up the spot" <-- "Randomly flip" <-- |
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Guru "Take control" <-- "And represent, represent, represent" <-- [Verse Two]: |
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Afu-Ra Poisonous, venom yes, when |
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I bless the mic and structure |
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Supreme ultimate conductor, eruption |
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Type flow, lyrical lava, torching up foes |
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Nuff combustion when |
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I'm +crushing+, like |
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Big Pun Who's the one who makes the kids run? |
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Stun like stunguns; son, |
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I hit your |
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Fulcrum Seas of |
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MCs I part, and some may call it |
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Biblical Steady causing damage with words, and even syllables |
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Audio, it's too militious, call it vicious |
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No time for battleing, competition |
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I'm shattering |
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Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual |
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Something |
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I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual |
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Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas |
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You're to your knees, like hit by a disease |
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It's Afu, you know who, |
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I'm coming faster |
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Pay attention, cause it's worldwide disaster [Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) [Verse Three]: |
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Afu-Ra Listen up, now class was in session, stop fessing |
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Worshiping cars, clothes and weapons |
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Your reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nistic |
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Weak-ass, character misfits |
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You know it wouldn't, last forever with endeavors |
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Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed |
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Decapitated, by the new heads of state |
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Whose lyrical ideologies uncover fallacies |
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And dynasties constructed by the morbid |
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I knew it took time, but time it took to floor it |
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The next centennial, will start with minimal |
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Microphone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecile |
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Lyrical content, for devilishment |
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Body of the |
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Life-Force, |
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Styles be |
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Heaven-sent [Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*) |
