Verse 1:
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone
Off the wall spitting, in the gorilla tag-team
What's up now? duck down, stuff they can't breathe
Yo! you know the routine, the demon effect
Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's
The more beef the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep together
Ok? in the club what a cheesy sweater
What not, we got so much street credit, the rookie police let us
Now that's foolish, cause we don't act sweet
Cause I can run 10 laps in a track meet
What, watch your battleship get sunk down
Click(click), pow(pow), nine(nine) thou(thou), what?
Just what I thought, what's up now? huh(2nd time)
Verse 2:
Dirty m'again, I burn him again
Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind
Hoped'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers & fin's
Pivot the offspring & joke with 'em
Who am I? Russian roulette, Komoti
Cruising your bed, hotter than Qubec in July
Area 51, stereo, vibe, gun live
Were the kids in the hall, with the new lactate
Blast from both angles, a boondock saint
So, get up get up & let the sound hit ya
Snap this audio-style picture uh!
Verse 3:
Who the hell is splitting the belly of a shellfish
Chilling your style playing the fell blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games
But it's a **** the styles get'n into your face
Yo! what kind of stuff is he drawn
Really it's styles, c'mon punk shove off
You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain
Tripped over your lip to dispossess o b game
What's with this chilling eating kibbles'n bits
There ain't enough street talking the globe, I can't fix
Get it? I'm sick with it, when I spit the venom
& it drip's up in 'em & it get's the women in a quick dilemma
We can settle it now, & 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
Click, pow nine thou, what? just what I thought what's up now? hu (x2)