Afu-ra - Aural Fixation lyrics

(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 a** 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 as**ual 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 a** for them rhymes you stole Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist Say no ma**a 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 ba*tards be Go get the suburbans and the hurses Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses [Chorus x2]