[Afu-Ra] 
 Nine-nine style, you know what'm sayin? Comin at ya 
 This is how we do... 
 Parapalegic, my fighting stance too strategic 
 No shadows on my kicks too much cheap 
 Horrific, to be specific, I'm comin through with gugitzu 
 Bone-crushin, bone-breakin, as I get into 
 Scorpion styles, with the speed of a cheeta 
 Hit your pressure points with light skills I be the 
 Master, Iron palms is elemental 
 Combinations damaging nations in the mental 
 Cerebral cortex is obselete 
 You'll die ten times if your tryin to test me 
 Tae-ous master, rhyme styles disaster 
 Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrools 
 Holdin it down, Iron Sheik, she come 
 Apprenticed in the temple with the ??? 
 I went through torture, deadly styles I'm the author 
 Ingested metals, yeah, they make me supernova 
 Triple-spinnin, kicks, side-kicks, and hook-kicks 
 They comin chiller, so, you must be Masta Killa 
  
 Chorus: Afu-Ra 
 Its Afu, change my style, change the weather 
 Its Afu, change your mind, just too clever 
 Its Afu, all the weak styles I sever 
 Combinin two styles on the mic with Masta Killa 
 *repeat* 
  
 [Masta Killa] 
 Comin through, nuff respect due, check... 
 The great ones have searched for the richeous data 
 To show and prove and master the seperation of matter 
 The ?? rep, never lose conscience of self 
 Shed a cell, keep it moving factor 
 Sword swing in the temple, mental state, danger chamber 
 Eight yang slang, Wu-Tang train vibrant soldiers in this rap game 
 Like that Shanghai, chinky-eyed chick from Bed Stuy 
 Win Chung from Lafayette, prophecy of Malcolm X 
 57 park it, might spark, its the heart 
 One blood cell featuring Masta Kill 
 At dark he goes, bust guns 
 Trust none, touch one, young sun 
 Prodigal Sun, Killer Bees disease 
 Homegrown flown from overseas city under siege 
 Your eyes bleed, the weed got a red dred 
 Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, leave dead 
  
 Chorus