Styles Of Beyond

[Takbir:]
Aiyyo, first things first
Its 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 phene vaccine
packed red beam
Put em up, what the fuck
You plucked a bad seed
Off the wall, spittin the guerilla tag team
Whats up now, duck down stuff that cant breathe
[Ryu:]
Yo- you know the routine, the demon effect
Please, dont step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves
The more beef the better; sound gay
But you all wanna sleep together, ok
In the club we gon sneak berrettas
Why not? We got so much street credit, the fuckin police let us
Now thats bullshit, cause we dont pack heat
So come and get your head crackin up at me
[Chorus:]
Kick it- movin its 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) knocked (knocked) out (out)
What? Just what I thought, whats up now?
Hu- Hu- bugs out through the speaker
dap-dap dabbin the track with both hands
Im like Hu-hu- bugs out through the speaker
dap-dap dabbin the track with both hands
[Ryu:]
Hold it down, never give in
Styles ever get limbs
Or whether you want it to end
Dirty seringe, I murder em again
97 serving them sins
Uh 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind
Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin
Im a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins
Cmon
[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 its already ya style picture
(Lot electrical)
[Chorus]
[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 shit is he on
Really is styles, really be on
Cmon punk fuck off; You really gotta be gone
Ripped out of your brain
Pissed covered in shit to diss this S-O-B game
Son of a bitch
Ima start killin for kicks
There aint an air force 1 inn the globe I cant fig, get it?
Im sick with it, when I spit the venom
And it drips up in em
And it gets the women in a
Quick dilemma; We can settle it now
And I dont know who did it but they said it was styles
bugs out through the speaker
dap-dap dabbin the track with both hands
bugs out through the speaker
dap-dap dabbin the track with both hands
[Chorus]
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