Mortal  Kombat  (Instrumental)  -  Afu-Ra  &  Masta  Killa  -  Afu-Ra

  Perverted  monks  style

99  style,  knowhatimsayin?

Comin  at  cha,  this  how  we  do

  Paraplegic,  my  fightin  stance  too  strategic

No  shadows  on  my  kicks  too  much  chi  horrific

To  be  specific,  Im  comin  threw  with  jiu-jitsu

Bone  crushin  bone  breakin  as  I  get  into

Scorpion  styles,  with  the  speed  of  a  cheetah

Hit  your  pressure  points  with  light  skills,  I  be

The  blaster,  iron  palms  is  elemental

Combinations  damagin  nations  in  the  mental

Cerebral  cortex  is  obsolete

Youll  die  ten  times  if  you  try  to  test  me

Taoist  master,  rhyme  style  disaster

Studied  on  the  cliffs  of  mountains  readin  scrolls

Holdin  it  down,  iron  shirt  chigung

Apprentice  in  the  temple  with  guang  jung  nim

I  went  through  torture  deadly  styles  Im  the  author

Ingested  metals,  yeah  they  made  me  supernova

Triple  spinnin  kicks,  side  kicks,  and  hook  kicks

They  come  much  iller,  so  you  must  be  masta  killa

  Its  afu,  change  my  style,  change  the  weather

Its  afu,  change  your  mind,  just  too  clever

Its  afu,  all  the  weak  styles  I  sever

Combinin  two  styles  on  the  mic  with  masta  killa

  The  great  ones  have  searched  for  the  righteous  data

To  show  and  prove  and  master  the  separation  of  matter

And  seein  through  death,  never  loose  conscious  of  self

Shed  a  shell  keep  it  movin  factor

Sword  swing  it  to  the  temple,  mental  state

Danger  chamber,  eighth  yang  slang,  wu-tang

Train  private  soldiers  in  this  rap  game

Like  that  shanghai  chinky  eyed  chick  from  bedstuy

Wang  chung  from  lafayette,  stuyversant  and  malcolm  x

Fifty  seven  park,  it  might  spark,  its  the  heart

One  blood  cell,  featurin  masta  kill

After  dark  he  goes,  bust  gone,  trust  none,  touch  one

Young  chun,  prodigal  son,  killa  bees  disease

Home  grown,  flown  from  over  seas,  city  under  siege

Ya  eyes  bleed,  the  weed  got  em  red  dread

Like  spinnin  roundhouse  kicks  to  the  head,  he  dead