[Afu-Ra]
 Nine-nine style, you know what'm sayin? Comin at ya
 This is how we do...
 Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategic
 No shadows on my kicks too much cheap
 Horrific, to be specific, I'm comin through with gugitzu
 Bone-crushin, bone-breakin, as I get into
 Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheeta
 Hit your pressure points with light skills I be the
 Master, Iron palms is elemental
 Combinations damaging nations in the mental
 Cerebral cortex is obselete
 You'll die ten times if your tryin to test me
 Tae-ous master, rhyme styles disaster
 Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrools
 Holdin it down, Iron Sheik, she come
 Apprenticed in the temple with the ???
 I went through torture, deadly styles I'm the author
 Ingested metals, yeah, they make me supernova
 Triple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicks
 They comin chiller, so, you must be Masta Killa

 Chorus: Afu-Ra
 Its Afu, change my style, change the weather
 Its Afu, change your mind, just too clever
 Its Afu, all the weak styles I sever
 Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa
 *repeat*

 [Masta Killa]
 Comin through, nuff respect due, check...
 The great ones have searched for the richeous data
 To show and prove and master the seperation of matter
 The ?? rep, never lose conscience of self
 Shed a cell, keep it moving factor
 Sword swing in the temple, mental state, danger chamber
 Eight yang slang, Wu-Tang train vibrant soldiers in this rap game
 Like that Shanghai, chinky-eyed chick from Bed Stuy
 Win Chung from Lafayette, prophecy of Malcolm X
 57 park it, might spark, its the heart
 One blood cell featuring Masta Kill
 At dark he goes, bust guns
 Trust none, touch one, young sun
 Prodigal Sun, Killer Bees disease
 Homegrown flown from overseas city under siege
 Your eyes bleed, the weed got a red dred
 Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, leave dead

 Chorus