歌曲 | Mortal Kombat |
歌手 | Afu-Ra |
专辑 | Body of the Life Force |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Phillip, Roach, Turner | |
[Intro] Perverted | |
Monks style '99 style, knowhatimsayin? | |
Comin at cha, this how we do [Afu-Ra] | |
Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic | |
No shadows on my kicks too much | |
Chi horrific | |
To be specific, | |
I'm comin threw with jiu-jitsu | |
Bone crushin bone breakin 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 damagin nations in the mental | |
Cerebral cortex is obsolete | |
You'll die ten times if you try to test me | |
Taoist master, rhyme style disaster | |
Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls | |
Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung | |
Apprentice in the temple with | |
Guang Jung | |
Nim I went through torture deadly styles | |
I'm the author | |
Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova | |
Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks | |
They come much iller, so you must be | |
Masta Killa [Chorus 2X] | |
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 Combinin two styles on the mic with | |
Masta Killa [Masta Killa] | |
The great ones have searched for the righteous data | |
To show and prove and master the separation of matter | |
And seein through death, never loose conscious of self | |
Shed a shell keep it movin factor | |
Sword swing it to 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 | |
Bedstuy Wang | |
Chung from | |
Lafayette, | |
Stuyversant and | |
Malcolm X | |
Fifty Seven | |
Park, it might spark, it's the heart | |
One blood cell, featurin | |
Masta Kill | |
After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one | |
Young chun, prodigal son, | |
Killa Bees disease | |
Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege | |
Ya eyes bleed, the weed got 'em red dread | |
Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead [Chorus 2X] |
zuo qu : Phillip, Roach, Turner | |
Intro Perverted | |
Monks style ' 99 style, knowhatimsayin? | |
Comin at cha, this how we do AfuRa | |
Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic | |
No shadows on my kicks too much | |
Chi horrific | |
To be specific, | |
I' m comin threw with jiujitsu | |
Bone crushin bone breakin 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 damagin nations in the mental | |
Cerebral cortex is obsolete | |
You' ll die ten times if you try to test me | |
Taoist master, rhyme style disaster | |
Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls | |
Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung | |
Apprentice in the temple with | |
Guang Jung | |
Nim I went through torture deadly styles | |
I' m the author | |
Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova | |
Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks | |
They come much iller, so you must be | |
Masta Killa Chorus 2X | |
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 Combinin two styles on the mic with | |
Masta Killa Masta Killa | |
The great ones have searched for the righteous data | |
To show and prove and master the separation of matter | |
And seein through death, never loose conscious of self | |
Shed a shell keep it movin factor | |
Sword swing it to the temple, mental state | |
Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, | |
WuTang Train private soldiers in this rap game | |
Like that | |
Shanghai chinky eyed chick from | |
Bedstuy Wang | |
Chung from | |
Lafayette, | |
Stuyversant and | |
Malcolm X | |
Fifty Seven | |
Park, it might spark, it' s the heart | |
One blood cell, featurin | |
Masta Kill | |
After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one | |
Young chun, prodigal son, | |
Killa Bees disease | |
Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege | |
Ya eyes bleed, the weed got ' em red dread | |
Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead Chorus 2X |
zuò qǔ : Phillip, Roach, Turner | |
Intro Perverted | |
Monks style ' 99 style, knowhatimsayin? | |
Comin at cha, this how we do AfuRa | |
Paraplegic, my fightin stance too strategic | |
No shadows on my kicks too much | |
Chi horrific | |
To be specific, | |
I' m comin threw with jiujitsu | |
Bone crushin bone breakin 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 damagin nations in the mental | |
Cerebral cortex is obsolete | |
You' ll die ten times if you try to test me | |
Taoist master, rhyme style disaster | |
Studied on the cliffs of mountains readin scrolls | |
Holdin it down, iron shirt chigung | |
Apprentice in the temple with | |
Guang Jung | |
Nim I went through torture deadly styles | |
I' m the author | |
Ingested metals, yeah they made me supernova | |
Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and hook kicks | |
They come much iller, so you must be | |
Masta Killa Chorus 2X | |
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 Combinin two styles on the mic with | |
Masta Killa Masta Killa | |
The great ones have searched for the righteous data | |
To show and prove and master the separation of matter | |
And seein through death, never loose conscious of self | |
Shed a shell keep it movin factor | |
Sword swing it to the temple, mental state | |
Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, | |
WuTang Train private soldiers in this rap game | |
Like that | |
Shanghai chinky eyed chick from | |
Bedstuy Wang | |
Chung from | |
Lafayette, | |
Stuyversant and | |
Malcolm X | |
Fifty Seven | |
Park, it might spark, it' s the heart | |
One blood cell, featurin | |
Masta Kill | |
After dark he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one | |
Young chun, prodigal son, | |
Killa Bees disease | |
Home grown, flown from over seas, city under siege | |
Ya eyes bleed, the weed got ' em red dread | |
Like spinnin roundhouse kicks to the head, he dead Chorus 2X |