Mic Stance

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 dope, one'll make you somersault
 Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin
 Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin
 Perverted linguistics came to rip shit
 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 shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do
 "Afu-Ra"
 "The Body of the Life Force"
 "Rough and tough"
 "Lyrical warrior"
 "The Body of the Life Force"
 "Microphone check one two"
 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
 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, 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