Текст песни Afu-Ra f The Human Orchestra - Aural Fixation
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[Intro: Afu-Ra]Yeah, Afu-Ra, yoThe Human OrchestraStraight come to a revolution, right hereUh-huh-huh, uh-uh..[Chorus: Afu-Ra]Who got the sound you like, with the sound that`s rightQuick to say what, say what you likeThat`s right, I`m turning around againCuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn`t breathe[Afu-Ra]Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin` off of youI fell ten stories, with the venacularLife Force, flowin` off the Human OrchestraMy structure, could puncture, lyrical monsterFind that ass layin` in a dumpsterObi-Wan, he couldn`t show me how to masterMindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin` sushiSpittin` loogies, gettin` groovy, watchin` a movieSpirit choose me, to excersize my exorcistSpine tinglin`, minglin`, phantom linguistDisappear, reappear, I`m smooth as cashmereIn light years, and travel through the stratosphereSo here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glowNo one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foesI 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 whiskeyRotisserie, three sixty, til you crispyI toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbeeI`m gettin` busy, you gettin` dizzyGillespie, seizure`s like epilepsieHomes, I`m layin` my hat, just like a gipsyI bless me, let`s see, if you can test meBy what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commiteeHoney, no bra`s in the vecinityAnd I ain`t tellin` no fibs, like whatever kidYou see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bidMe on the track -- is like asexualReproduction, something from nothingEyes prayin` off like a falcon, boy, yeaDon`t make me have to get the scalp and boyBring food for the malnorished, ready to publishCuz half of the top emcees, is spittin` rubbish[Chorus 2X][Afu-Ra]I`m on a mission kid, like a 85th track headFiended out in a route, that`s never talked aboutThere I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme controlRock ballads like I was Solid GoldWho on a roll, gang controlSurfin` the globe, out of controlRipped her up, until your toes curlI get down and wordy, you heard theeYou know it`s scrapped up, dirty, like she don`t use toilet paperSmall enough to fit through a key holeAnd run up on that ass for them rhymes you stoleSlit ya wrist, like a tongue twistSay no massa kiss, sackin` for hits and percentsThe infinite, holdin` your breath, it`s tryin` to come quickSpinnin` verse, dispersin` rapidlyHalf hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards beGo get the suburbans and the hursesWhether I`m here or gone, I travel through these verses[Chorus 2X]