iller, so you must be Masta Killa It's Afu, change my style, change the weather It's Afu, change your mind, just too clever It's Afu, all the weak styles
Tercüme: Afu-Ra. Sapkın Monks.
erupt, P-Monks, what I'm ruckus Spit jewels like fuels, floatin' through exhaust fumes Wicked with these pens, grab a stick, transcend [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra
