[Verse One]: Afu-Ra
   Peep the finisher, blemisher, menace to sinister
   It's him with the, been with the, mic's Next to kin with the
   Lyrical assassinate like toxic waste
   Rocks is base, matches I burn up in your face
   Travel through eons, mentally to spit it viciously
   Slapping up these red-eyed devils, speaking fictitiously
   They slipping B, snippin the, mic styles they slippery
   A golden aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore the
   Monumental essence, which crowds wish to adore the
   Shimmering stone, lace like stylish, luscious, Tiffany
   Sages when they meditate, prism filling my imagery
   Subliminally, thoughts I set it, Synchronisticaly
   The intricacy, complex levels my entity
   No stopping me, I'm rocking the, Hip-Hop philosophy
   Drummer drum it, preserve myself to keep me omni-potent
   9 9 styles I keep it flowing
  
   [Chorus]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*)
   "Randomly flip on bystanders" <--Guru
   "Blowing up the spot" <--
   "Randomly flip" <--Guru
   "Take control" <--
   "And represent, represent, represent" <--
  
   [Verse Two]: Afu-Ra
   Poisonous, venom yes, when I bless the mic and structure
   Supreme ultimate conductor, eruption
   Type flow, lyrical lava, torching up foes
   Nuff combustion when I'm +crushing+, like Big Pun
   Who's the one who makes the kids run?
   Stun like stunguns; son, I hit your Fulcrum
   Seas of MCs I part, and some may call it Biblical
   Steady causing damage with words, and even syllables
   Audio, it's too militious, call it vicious
   No time for battleing, competition I'm shattering
   Astro-Physical, to melt mics my ritual
   Something I couldn't stop, yo, it's just habitual
   Flow like the breeze, with ease, of seven seas
   You're to your knees, like hit by a disease
   It's Afu, you know who, I'm coming faster
   Pay attention, cause it's worldwide disaster
  
   [Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*)
  
   [Verse Three]: Afu-Ra
   Listen up, now class was in session, stop fessing
   Worshiping cars, clothes and weapons
   Your reign is over, like any move of a chauva-nistic
   Weak-ass, character misfits
   You know it wouldn't, last forever with endeavors
   Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed
   Recaptivated, by the new heads of state
   Whose lyrical ideologies uncover fallacies
   And dynasties constructed by the morbid
   I knew it took time, but time it took to floor it
   The next centennial, will start with minimal
   Microphone controllers trying to bless lines with imbecile
   Lyrical content, for devilishment
   Body of the Life-Force, Styles be Heaven-sent
  
   [Chorus x2]: (Dj Premier *cutting & scratching*)