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"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 



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[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 



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[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 



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