Lyrical Monster Lyrics - Afu-ra

[DJ Premier scratches] 

Pure microphone magic 

Carving up mc's, straight up torch their weak embellishments 

Getting it 

Put it on 

Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow 

Yeah 

Perverted Monk high chief 

[Afu-Ra] 

Life Force moving swiftly 

Pitch forks steady miss me 

My renaissance, my brother's light eclipse me 

My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets 

Fuck that turn the other cheek 

Unless you squeeze a peach 

No parental advisory, so no need for the bleeps 

No comin' in my crib unless you wipin' your feet 

I hit the street, I feel good plus complete 

A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing without their beat 

Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw 

When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it 

Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick 

Watchin' my ass, and yo I learnt quick 

I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G 

Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me 

I bring it from front to back, white to black 

Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin? that 

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious 

You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this 

So while I do my thing, you do your thing 

Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang 

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious 

Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this 

So while I do my thing, do your thing 

Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang 

Monumental, thoughts flowing sequential 

The quintessential mental, tapping into 

My focus, take it round like a rental 

And if I have to cut you with my gonzo 

I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into 

Like you can joust defence 

So many strokes and slashes let off 

You ain't got not fingerprints 

Carve you up with my Rambo, ammo 

Looking like leather-face, trippin' on the dance floor 

Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, be 

It ain't about talent, it's all about the currency 

My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest 

Maybe I'll write a line and fara canna quote this 

They got status but can't work the apparatus 

How could a project sell millions 

Talking 'bout millions, when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand 

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious 

Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this 

So while I do my thing, do your thing 

Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang 

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious 

Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this 

So while I do my thing, do your thing 

Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang 

Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical 

Simple and plain, 'cause I don't want to riddle you 

I'm tryin' to black out, 'cause I'll blow your back out 

Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out 

With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout 

Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count 

Got so many names, that I can't even count 

Let's see: Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr How, Dr Intergalactic 

My other names is under the mattress 

Now you can get your grades pissed on 

After your body's been buried 

From trying to get your diss on 

Wax off, wax on 

My calm is bringin' a storm, from the night until the early morn' 

I got so many styles, forget the grape with wine 

Life Force on the mic, an' 'bout to put it on 

Takin' you ass away like I was Kogon 

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious 

Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this 

So while I do my thing, do your thing 

Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang 

Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious 

Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this 

So while I do my thing, do your thing 

Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang