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Afu-Ra f The Human Orchestra - Aural Fixation

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[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 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 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 2X]

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