Lyrical Monster - Afu-Ra

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

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

F**k 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 a** 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 leatherface 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

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 MOP 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 a** 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