Styles Of The Beyond - Nine Thou (Superstars Remix) | Текст песни

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Hook!
I'm like hook! (Hook!)

Hook!
I'm like hook! (Hook!)

[Takbir:]
Aiyyo, first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Box battle and break down
For the beak in the rhyme tone
jump in the cyclone
S-T-YL-ES, yes yes I know
Give the rap phene vaccine
packed red beam
Put 'em up
You plucked a bad seed
Off the wall, spittin' the guerilla tag team
What's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe

[Ryu:]
Yo- you know the routine, the demon effect
Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves
The more beef the better; sound strange
But you all wanna creep together, ok
In the club with a cheesy sweater
Why not? We got so much street credit, the rookie police let us
Now that's bullshit, cause we would act sweet
Cause I can run 10 laps in a track meet

[Chorus:]
Keep movin' it's on now
Making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild
Rapin' the punk style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click (click) pow (pow) nine (nine) Thou (thou)
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Click(click) pow (pow) nine (nine) thou (thou)
What? Just what I thought what's up now?
Hook!
I'm like hook! (Hook!)

[Ryu:]
Hold it down, never give in
Styles ever get limbs
Or whether you want it to end
Dirty ‘em again, I burn 'em again
05 serving them sins
Uh 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind
Hopped out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins
C'mon

[Takbir:]
Yo- I got a rock style
Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em
With a distorted gist off string
Who am i? Rushin' what leg? who and Tak?
Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in July
Area 51, stereo, rive gun live
Here we go, S-O-B drop some
For the kids in the hall with the new block tape
Blast from both angles like boom dock saint
So get up get up and let the sound hit ya
Snap it's already ya style picture uh..

[Chorus]
Keep movin' it's on now
Making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild
Rapin' the punk style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click (click) pow (pow) nine (nine) Thou (thou)
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Click(click) pow (pow) nine (nine) thou (thou)
What? Just what I thought what's up now?
Hook!
I'm like hook! (Hook!)

[Tak:]
Who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfish
Shinnin' in your style playin' the fell blitz
Drillin' your brain, like rap and video games
Feel the seringe for the styles that stickin' in your brain

[Ryu:]
Yo - what kind of stuff is he on
Really is styles, really be on
C'mon punk shove off; You really gotta be gone
Ripped out of your brain
Tripped over your lip to diss this S-O-B game
Whats with this?
Show me kibbls and bits
There ain't a street dog in the globe I can't fix, get it?
I'm sick with it, when I spit the venom and it
drip's up in 'em and it
get's the women in a
Quick dilemma; We can settle it now
And I don't know who did it but they said it was styles

Click pow nine thou
What? Just what I thought what's up now?
Hook!
I'm like hook! (Hook!)
Hook!
I'm like hook! (Hook!)
Hook!
Click pow nine thou
What? Just what I thought what's up now?
I'm like hook!
Click pow nine thou
What? Just what I thought what's up now?
I'm like hook!


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