Mortal Kombat

Lyrics

[Intro] Perverted Monks style '99 style, know what I'm saying? Coming at ya, this how we do [Verse 1: Afu-Ra] Paraplegic, my fighting stance too strategic No shadows on my kicks, too much Chi, horrific To be specific, I'm coming through with Jiujitsu Bone crushing, bone breaking, 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light skills, I be the Blaster, Iron Palms is elemental Combinations damaging nations, in the mental Cerebral, cortex is obsolete You'll die ten times, if you're tryna test me Taoist master, rhyme style disaster Studied on the cliffs of mountains, reading scrolls Holding it down, Iron Shirt Qigong Apprentice in the temple with the Kwan Jang Nim I went through torture, deadly styles, I'm the author Ingested metals, yeah, they made me supernova Triple spinning kicks, side kicks and hook kicks They come much iller, so, you must be Masta Killa [Chorus: Afu-Ra] 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 Combining 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 Combining two styles on the mic with Masta Killa [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Coming through Nuff respect through Check The great ones have searched for the righteous data To show and prove and master the separation of matter (Bring) And seeing through death, never loose conscious of self Shed a shell, keep it moving factor (Uh-huh) Sword swing in 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 Bed-Stuy, Wing Chung, from Lafayette Stuyvesant and Malcolm X Fifty Seven Park, it might spark, it's the heart One blood cell, featuring Masta Kill' After dark, he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one Young chun, prodigal son, Killa Beez disease Home grown, flown from overseas, city under siege Your eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread Like spinning roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead [Chorus: Afu-Ra] 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 Combining 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 Combining two styles on the mic with Masta Killa