Mic Stance Lyrics
| Song | Mic Stance |
| Artist | Afu-Ra |
| Album | Body of the Life Force |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Martin, Phillip | |
| Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force | |
| Yo, you know how I do son (yeah) | |
| Yeah, so why don't you (yeah) | |
| Get on this mic and represent one time | |
| [Afu-Ra] | |
| Some MC's you know they artificial | |
| Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles | |
| Lyrics run right through your tissues | |
| Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller | |
| How my sound rounds could bill-a | |
| Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across | |
| Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault | |
| Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin | |
| Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin | |
| Perverted linguistics came to rip shit | |
| Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips | |
| My ink hits from backyards to basements | |
| Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick | |
| Superbly, my words be, like third degree | |
| Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be | |
| It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry | |
| My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be | |
| Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer | |
| Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do | |
| [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples] | |
| "Afu-Ra" |
| zuo qu : Martin, Phillip | |
| Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force | |
| Yo, you know how I do son yeah | |
| Yeah, so why don' t you yeah | |
| Get on this mic and represent one time | |
| Afu-Ra | |
| Some MC' s you know they artificial | |
| Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles | |
| Lyrics run right through your tissues | |
| Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it' s so much iller | |
| How my sound rounds could bill-a | |
| Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across | |
| Rhymes so dope, one verse' ll make you somersault | |
| Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin | |
| Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin | |
| Perverted linguistics came to rip shit | |
| Strapped for life word to mom' s carry ten clips | |
| My ink hits from backyards to basements | |
| Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick | |
| Superbly, my words be, like third degree | |
| Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be | |
| It' s funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry | |
| My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be | |
| Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer | |
| Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do | |
| Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples | |
| " Afu-Ra" |
| zuò qǔ : Martin, Phillip | |
| Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force | |
| Yo, you know how I do son yeah | |
| Yeah, so why don' t you yeah | |
| Get on this mic and represent one time | |
| Afu-Ra | |
| Some MC' s you know they artificial | |
| Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles | |
| Lyrics run right through your tissues | |
| Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it' s so much iller | |
| How my sound rounds could bill-a | |
| Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across | |
| Rhymes so dope, one verse' ll make you somersault | |
| Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin | |
| Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin | |
| Perverted linguistics came to rip shit | |
| Strapped for life word to mom' s carry ten clips | |
| My ink hits from backyards to basements | |
| Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick | |
| Superbly, my words be, like third degree | |
| Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be | |
| It' s funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry | |
| My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be | |
| Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer | |
| Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do | |
| Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples | |
| " Afu-Ra" |
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