Mic Stance

[Intro: DJ Premier] Yeah, Afu-Ra, the Body of the Life Force Yo, you know how I do son (yeah) Yeah, so why don't you (yeah) Get on this mic and represent one time [Afu-Ra] Some MC's you know they artificial Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles Lyrics run right through your tissues Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller How my sound rounds could bill-a Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault Intertwinin, alignin wit the timin Enterprisin, uprisin surprisin Perverted linguistics came to rip shit Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips My ink hits from backyards to basements Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick Superbly, my words be, like third degree Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches up samples] "Afu-Ra" "The Body of the Life Force" "Rough and tough" "Lyrical warrior" "The Body of the Life Force" "Microphone check one two" [Afu-Ra] Mic stance, starts the illustration As I dive into creation, wit so much patience Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up Stainin it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup I'm usin fake MC's for target practice To usurp your experts, will be my best work I'm takin stripes, might snipe ya, cause I'm hyper Will incite the shit too loose, I'll make it tighter Flowin on and on like I was nylon Sounds gong, check ti, Brook-nom to Saig-gong My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens Lion of Judah type style, and you're forgiven I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes And breeze by on the mic, like EZ passes [Chorus 2X] [Afu-Ra] I'm kinda killin a, willin a, instillin a, billin a Yo, yo you talkin MC's, ain't nothin similar Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific Lyrical typhoon crossin the Pacific Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that the surge hits Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster Earthquake type telepathy Yeah, one, two, how we do [Chorus 2X]