Mortal Combat - Afu-Ra

featuring Masta Killa 

[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 chi 
Horrific, to be specific, I'm comin through with Ju-Jitzu 
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 
Taoist master, rhyme styles disaster 
Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls 
Holdin it down, Iron Shirt Chi Kung 
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