作曲 : Martin, Phillip

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

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 ****, one verse'll make you somersault

Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin

Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin

Perverted linguistics came to rip ****

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 **** like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do

Hook: DJ Premier scratches up samples

"Afu-Ra"

"The Body of the Life Force"

"Rough and tough"

"Lyrical warrior"

"The Body of the Life Force"

"Microphone check one two"

Afu-Ra

Mic stance, starts the illustration

As I dive into creation, wit so much patience

Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up

Stainin it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup

I'm usin fake MC's for target practice

To usurp your experts, will be my best work

I'm takin stripes, might snipe ya, cause I'm hyper

Will incite the shit too loose, I'll make it tighter

Flowin on and on like I was nylon

Sounds gong, check ti, Brook-nom to Saig-gong

My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat

Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions

I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms

You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens

Lion of Judah type style, and you're forgiven

I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate

You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait

Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes

And breeze by on the mic, like EZ passes

Hook 2X

Afu-Ra

I'm kinda killin a, willin a, instillin a, billin a

Yo, yo you talkin MC's, ain't nothin similar

Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya

Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya

A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it

Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it

Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked

Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it

Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific

Lyrical typhoon crossin the Pacific

Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it

Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it

Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that the surge hits

Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic

Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy

Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster

Earthquake type telepathy

Yeah, one, two, how we do

Hook 2X