Styles Of Beyond - Nine Thou (Superstars Remix) lyrics

rate me

Hook!

I'm like hook! (Hook!)

(repeat)

[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-Y-L-E-S, yes I know

Give the rap phene vaccine

packed red beam

Put 'em up, unh.

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 (Huh?)

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 foolish, cause we would act sweet

cause i can run 10 laps in a track meet

[Chorus:]

Keep 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 (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, I burn 'em again

0 5 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 guitar 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 a boondock saint

So get up get up and let the sound hit ya

Snap it's already ya style picture unh

[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 syringe for the styles that stickin' in your brain

[Ryu:]

Yo- what kind of stuff is he on

Really is styles, really beyond

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?

Showin me kibbles & 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 could settle it now

And I don't know who did it but they said it was styles

Click, pow, nine, thou

Hook!

Just what i thought

What's up now?

Thanks to Saif (A.K.A XIII) for these lyrics

Thanks to Omer Harrison for these lyrics