Aural Fixation

歌詞

(feat. Kenny Muhammed) [Intro: Afu-Ra] Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo The Human Orchestra Straight come to a revolution, right here Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.. [Chorus: 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 ass 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 bloody nose [Chorus] [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 titty commitee Honey, no bra's in the vecinity 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 asexual 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 [Chorus x2] [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 scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper Small enough to fit through a key hole And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist Say no massa 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 bastards be Go get the suburbans and the hurses Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses [Chorus x2]