Mortal Kombat Lyrics
| Song | Mortal Kombat |
| Artist | Afu-Ra |
| Album | Body of the Life Force |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Phillip, Roach, Turner | |
| [Intro] Perverted | |
| Monks style '99 style, knowhatimsayin? | |
| Comin at cha, this how we do [Afu-Ra] | |
| Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic | |
| No shadows on my kicks too much | |
| Chi horrific | |
| To be specific, | |
| I'm comin threw with jiu-jitsu | |
| Bone crushin bone breakin as | |
| I get into | |
| Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah | |
| Hit your pressure points with light skills, | |
| I be The blaster, | |
| Iron Palms is elemental | |
| Combinations damagin nations in the mental | |
| Cerebral cortex is obsolete | |
| You'll die ten times if you try to test me | |
| Taoist master, rhyme style disaster | |
| Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls | |
| Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung | |
| Apprentice in the temple with | |
| Guang Jung | |
| Nim I went through torture deadly styles | |
| I'm the author | |
| Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova | |
| Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks | |
| They come much iller, so you must be | |
| Masta Killa [Chorus 2X] | |
| It's Afu, change my style, change the weather | |
| It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever | |
| It's Afu, all the weak styles | |
| I sever Combinin two styles on the mic with | |
| Masta Killa [Masta Killa] | |
| The great ones have searched for the righteous data | |
| To show and prove and master the separation of matter | |
| And seein through death, never loose conscious of self | |
| Shed a shell keep it movin factor | |
| Sword swing it to the temple, mental state | |
| Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, | |
| Wu-Tang Train private soldiers in this rap game | |
| Like that | |
| Shanghai chinky eyed chick from | |
| Bedstuy Wang | |
| Chung from | |
| Lafayette, | |
| Stuyversant and | |
| Malcolm X | |
| Fifty Seven | |
| Park, it might spark, it's the heart | |
| One blood cell, featurin | |
| Masta Kill | |
| After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one | |
| Young chun, prodigal son, | |
| Killa Bees disease | |
| Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege | |
| Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread | |
| Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead [Chorus 2X] |
| zuo qu : Phillip, Roach, Turner | |
| Intro Perverted | |
| Monks style ' 99 style, knowhatimsayin? | |
| Comin at cha, this how we do AfuRa | |
| Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic | |
| No shadows on my kicks too much | |
| Chi horrific | |
| To be specific, | |
| I' m comin threw with jiujitsu | |
| Bone crushin bone breakin as | |
| I get into | |
| Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah | |
| Hit your pressure points with light skills, | |
| I be The blaster, | |
| Iron Palms is elemental | |
| Combinations damagin nations in the mental | |
| Cerebral cortex is obsolete | |
| You' ll die ten times if you try to test me | |
| Taoist master, rhyme style disaster | |
| Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls | |
| Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung | |
| Apprentice in the temple with | |
| Guang Jung | |
| Nim I went through torture deadly styles | |
| I' m the author | |
| Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova | |
| Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks | |
| They come much iller, so you must be | |
| Masta Killa Chorus 2X | |
| It' s Afu, change my style, change the weather | |
| It' s Afu, change your mind, just too clever | |
| It' s Afu, all the weak styles | |
| I sever Combinin two styles on the mic with | |
| Masta Killa Masta Killa | |
| The great ones have searched for the righteous data | |
| To show and prove and master the separation of matter | |
| And seein through death, never loose conscious of self | |
| Shed a shell keep it movin factor | |
| Sword swing it to the temple, mental state | |
| Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, | |
| WuTang Train private soldiers in this rap game | |
| Like that | |
| Shanghai chinky eyed chick from | |
| Bedstuy Wang | |
| Chung from | |
| Lafayette, | |
| Stuyversant and | |
| Malcolm X | |
| Fifty Seven | |
| Park, it might spark, it' s the heart | |
| One blood cell, featurin | |
| Masta Kill | |
| After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one | |
| Young chun, prodigal son, | |
| Killa Bees disease | |
| Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege | |
| Ya eyes bleed, the weed got ' em red dread | |
| Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead Chorus 2X |
| zuò qǔ : Phillip, Roach, Turner | |
| Intro Perverted | |
| Monks style ' 99 style, knowhatimsayin? | |
| Comin at cha, this how we do AfuRa | |
| Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic | |
| No shadows on my kicks too much | |
| Chi horrific | |
| To be specific, | |
| I' m comin threw with jiujitsu | |
| Bone crushin bone breakin as | |
| I get into | |
| Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah | |
| Hit your pressure points with light skills, | |
| I be The blaster, | |
| Iron Palms is elemental | |
| Combinations damagin nations in the mental | |
| Cerebral cortex is obsolete | |
| You' ll die ten times if you try to test me | |
| Taoist master, rhyme style disaster | |
| Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls | |
| Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung | |
| Apprentice in the temple with | |
| Guang Jung | |
| Nim I went through torture deadly styles | |
| I' m the author | |
| Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova | |
| Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks | |
| They come much iller, so you must be | |
| Masta Killa Chorus 2X | |
| It' s Afu, change my style, change the weather | |
| It' s Afu, change your mind, just too clever | |
| It' s Afu, all the weak styles | |
| I sever Combinin two styles on the mic with | |
| Masta Killa Masta Killa | |
| The great ones have searched for the righteous data | |
| To show and prove and master the separation of matter | |
| And seein through death, never loose conscious of self | |
| Shed a shell keep it movin factor | |
| Sword swing it to the temple, mental state | |
| Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, | |
| WuTang Train private soldiers in this rap game | |
| Like that | |
| Shanghai chinky eyed chick from | |
| Bedstuy Wang | |
| Chung from | |
| Lafayette, | |
| Stuyversant and | |
| Malcolm X | |
| Fifty Seven | |
| Park, it might spark, it' s the heart | |
| One blood cell, featurin | |
| Masta Kill | |
| After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one | |
| Young chun, prodigal son, | |
| Killa Bees disease | |
| Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege | |
| Ya eyes bleed, the weed got ' em red dread | |
| Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead Chorus 2X |
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