Styles Of Beyond: Superstars

[Takbir]Aiyyo, first things firstIt's time to shake ground in the eighth roundBox battle and break downFor the beak in the rhyme tonejump in the cycloneS-T-Y-L-E-S, yes I knowGive the rap phene vaccinepacked red beamPut 'em up, what the fuckYou plucked a bad seedOff the wall, spittin' the guerilla tag teamWhat's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe[Ryu]Yo- you know the routine, the demon effectPlease, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peevesThe more beef the better; sound gayBut you all wanna sleep together, okIn the club we gon' sneak berrettasWhy not? We got so much street credit, the fuckin' police let usNow that's bullshit, cause we don't pack heatSo come and get your head crackin' up at me[Chorus]Kick it- movin' it's on nowMaking it punk loudShaking the buck wildRapin' the punk styleFakin' the funk palDunk watch the punkWhat now? Watch your battleship get sunk downClick (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) out (out)What? Just what I thought, what's up now?Hu- Hu- bugs out through the speakerdap-dap dabbin' the track with both handsI'm like Hu-hu- bugs out through the speakerdap-dap dabbin' the track with both hands[Ryu]Hold it down, never give inStyles ever get limbsOr whether you want it to endDirty seringe, I murder 'em again97 serving them sinsUh 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent windHopped out, what you want, big verb in the ginI'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or finsC'mon[Takbir]Yo- I got a rock stylePivot the offspring and joke with 'emWith a distorted gist off stringWho am i? Rushin' what leg? who and Tak?Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in JulyArea 51, stereo, rive gun liveHere we go, S-O-B drop someFor the kids in the hall with the new block tapeBlast from both angles like boom dock saintSo get up get up and let the sound hit yaSnap it's already ya style picture(Lot electrical)[Chorus][Tak]Who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfishShinnin' in your style playin' the fell blitzDrillin' your brain, like rap and video gamesFeel the seringe for the styles that stickin' in your brain[Ryu]Yo- what kind of shit is he onReally is styles, really be onC'mon punk fuck off; You really gotta be goneRipped out of your brainPissed covered in shit to diss this S-O-B gameSon of a bitchI'ma start killin' for kicksThere ain't an air force 1 inn the globe I can't fig, get it?I'm sick with it, when I spit the venomAnd it drip's up in 'emAnd it get's the women in aQuick dilemma; We can settle it nowAnd I don't know who did it but they said it was stylesbugs out through the speakerdap-dap dabbin' the track with both handsbugs out through the speakerdap-dap dabbin' the track with both hands[Chorus]