Paroles de Defeat

[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