Aural Fixation

[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 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 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 x2]