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Styles of Beyond
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Hu, I'm like hu-hu Hu, I'm like hu-hu 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-Y-L-E-S, yes I know Give the rap scene vaccine Packed red beam Put 'em up, what the **** You plucked a bad seed Off the wall, spittin' the guerilla tag team What's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe 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 gay But you all wanna sleep together, okay? In the club we don't sneak Berettas Why not? We got so much street credit, the ****in' police let us Now that's bullshit, cause we don't pack heat So come and get your head crackin' up at me Kick it, 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, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought what's up now? Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought what's up now? Hu, I'm like hu-hu Hold it down, never give in Styles ever get limbs Or whether you want it to end Dirty syringe, I burn 'em again '97, serving them since Or thirty your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind Hopped out, what you want, bare bourbon and gin I'm a fish, you can tell by the hookers & fins C'mon Yo!, I got a rock style Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em With a distorted guitar stream Who am I? Russian roulette? Who and Tak? Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in July Area 5-1, 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 Boondock Saints So get up, get up and let the sound hit ya Snap this audio-style picture, uh! Kick it, 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, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought what's up now? Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought what's up now? Uh!, 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 Spin the syringe, with the Styles, stick it into your veins Yo!, what kind of shit is he on? (Really is Styles, really) Be on, C'mon punk **** off, you really gotta be gone Ripped out of your brain Piss covered in shit to dispossess your B-game Son of a bitch, I'm gonna start killing for kicks They're in an Air Force One, on the globe, I can't fit, get it? I'm sick with it, when I spit the venom and it drips up in 'it And it gets 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? Hu, I'm like hu-hu Hu, I'm like hu-hu Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought what's up now? Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought what's up now? I'm like hu
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