Perverted Monks

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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 Cerebral cortex is obsolete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 clever
 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

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Duration
03:51
Key
1
Tempo
121 BPM

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