Perverted Monks Lyrics

Perverted Monks style

'99 Style, know what I'm sayin?

Comin at cha, this how we do

Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic

No shadows on my kicks too much Chi horrific

To be specific, I'm comin threw with jiu-jitsu

Bone crushin bone breakin as I get into

Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheetah

Hit your pressure points with light skills, I be

The blaster, Iron Palms is elemental

Combinations damagin nations in the mental

Cerebral cortex is obsolete

You'll die ten times if you try to test me

Taoist master, rhyme style disaster

Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls

Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung

Apprentice in the temple with Guang Jung Nim

I went through torture deadly styles I'm the author

Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova

Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks

They come much iller, so you must be Masta Killa

It's Afu, change my style, change the weather

It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever

It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever

Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa

It's Afu, change my style, change the weather

It's Afu, change your mind, just too cleverAfu-Ra - Perverted Monks - http://motolyrics.com/afu-ra/perverted-monks-lyrics.html

It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever

Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa

The great ones have searched for the righteous data

To show and prove and master the separation of matter

And seein through death, never loose conscious of self

Shed a shell keep it movin factor

Sword swing it to the temple, mental state

Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, Wu-Tang

Train private soldiers in this rap game

Like that Shanghai chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy

Wang Chung from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X

Fifty Seven Park, it might spark, it's the heart

One blood cell, featurin Masta Kill

After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one

Young chun, prodigal son, Killa Bees disease

Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege

Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread

Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead

It's Afu, change my style, change the weather

It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever

It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever

Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa

It's Afu, change my style, change the weather

It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever

It's Afu, all the weak styles I sever

Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa