[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 jujitsu
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Cerebral cortex is obsolete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 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 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]
The great ones have searched for the righteous data
To show and prove and master the separation of matter
And seeing through death, never loose conscious of self
Shed a shell, keep it moving factor
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