| Some MC’s you know they artificial
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| Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles
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| Lyrics run right through your tissues
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| Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it’s so much iller
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| How my sound rounds could bill-a
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| Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across
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| Rhymes so dope, one verse’ll make you somersault
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| Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin
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| Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin
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| Perverted linguistics came to rip shit
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| Strapped for life word to mom’s carry ten clips
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| My ink hits from backyards to basements
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| Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick
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| Superbly, my words be, like third degree
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| Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be
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| It’s funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry
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| My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be
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| Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer
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| Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do
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| «Afu-Ra»
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| «The Body of the Life Force»
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| «Rough and tough»
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| «Lyrical warrior»
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| «The Body of the Life Force»
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| «Microphone check one two»
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| Mic stance, starts the illustration
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| As I dive into creation, wit so much patience
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| Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up
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| Stainin it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup
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| I’m usin fake MC’s for target practice
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| To usurp your experts, will be my best work
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| I’m takin stripes, might snipe ya, cause I’m hyper
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| Will incite the shit too loose, I’ll make it tighter
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| Flowin on and on like I was nylon
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| Sounds gong, check ti, Brook-nom to Saig-gong
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| My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat
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| Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions
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| I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms
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| You couldn’t hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens
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| Lion of Judah type style, and you’re forgiven
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| I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate
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| You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait
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| Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes
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| And breeze by on the mic, like EZ passes
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| I’m kinda killin a, willin a, instillin a, billin a
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| Yo, yo you talkin MC’s, ain’t nothin similar
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| Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya
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| Even through your dental records, they’d never notice ya
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| A dope style, so pure you couldn’t touch it
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| Couldn’t nudge it, diesel men, couldn’t budge it
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| Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked
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| Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it
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| Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific
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| Lyrical typhoon crossin the Pacific
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| Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it
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| Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it
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| Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that the surge hits
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| Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic
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| Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy
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| Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster
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| Earthquake type telepathy
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| Yeah, one, two, how we do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mic Stance , by - Afu-Ra. Song from the album Body Of The Life Force, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп