Lyrics Lyrical Monster - 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,
B
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,
cos
I
don't
wanna
riddle
you
I'm
tryin'
to
black
out,
cos
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
1 Asun/The Message
2 Stick Up
3 Hip Hop
4 Crossfire
5 Lyrical Monster
6 Miss You
7 Perverted Monks
8 Ghetto City Streets (skit)
9 1, 2, 3
10 Think Before You...
11 Aural Fixation
12 Sacred Wars
13 Dangerous Language
14 Blvd.
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