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letra de aural fixation - afu-ra

[intro: afu-ra]
yeah, afu-ra, yo
the human orchestra
straight come to a revolution, right here
uh-huh-huh, uh-uh..

[hook: afu-ra]
who got the sound you like, with the sound that’s right
quick to say what, say what you like
that’s right, i’m turning around again
cuz when i stop the flow, yo, you couldn’t breathe

[afu-ra]
choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin’ off of you
i fell ten stories, with the venacular
life force, flowin’ off the human orchestra
my structure, could puncture, lyrical monster
find that -ss layin’ in a dumpster
obi-wan, he couldn’t show me how to master
mindtricks, i show kasuki, eatin’ sushi
spittin’ loogies, gettin’ groovy, watchin’ a movie
spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist
spine tinglin’, minglin’, phantom linguist
disappear, reappear, i’m smooth as cashmere
in light years, and travel through the stratosphere
so here i go, here i go, equip with the high pro glow
no one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes
i kicks it yo… from midi to smpte, i run on, look at your bl–dy nose

[hook]

[afu-ra]
gettin’ you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey
rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy
i toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee
i’m gettin’ busy, you gettin’ dizzy
gillespie, seizure’s like epilepsie
homes, i’m layin’ my hat, just like a gipsy
i bless me, let’s see, if you can test me
by what speed perky, like itty bitty t-tty commitee
honey, no bra’s in the vicinity
and i ain’t tellin’ no fibs, like whatever kid
you see the look in my eyes, you think i did a bid
me on the track — is like as-xual
reproduction, something from nothing
eyes prayin’ off like a falcon, boy, yea
don’t make me have to get the scalp and boy
bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish
cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin’ rubbish

[hook 2x]

[afu-ra]
i’m on a mission kid, like a 85th track head
fiended out in a route, that’s never talked about
there i go, there i go, hallucinagetic rhyme control
rock ballads like i was solid gold
who on a roll, gang control
surfin’ the globe, out of control
ripped her up, until your toes curl
i get down and wordy, you heard thee
you know it’s scr-pped up, dirty, like she don’t use toilet paper
small enough to fit through a key hole
and run up on that -ss for them rhymes you stole
slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist
say no m-ssa kiss, sackin’ for hits and percents
the infinite, holdin’ your breath, it’s tryin’ to come quick
spinnin’ verse, dispersin’ rapidly
half hazardly, ten shots, where all the b-st-rds be
go get the suburbans and the hurses
whether i’m here or gone, i travel through these verses

[hook 2x]

- afu ra

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