aura l fixation

(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 thats right
Quick to say what, say what you like
Thats right, Im turning around again
Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldnt 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 couldnt 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, Im 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
Im gettin busy, you gettin dizzy
Gillespie, seizures like epilepsie
Homes, Im layin my hat, just like a gipsy
I bless me, lets see, if you can test me
By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee
Honey, no bras in the vecinity
And I aint 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 ****ual
Reproduction, something from nothing
Eyes prayin off like a falcon, boy, yea
Dont 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]
Im on a mission kid, like a 85th track head
Fiended out in a route, thats 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 its scrapped up, dirty, like she dont 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, its 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 Im here or gone, I travel through these verses
[Chorus x2]