Styles Of Beyond - Nine Thou(Superstars Remix)

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Verse 1:

Hey yo first things first

It's time to shake ground in the eighth round

Box battle & break down

From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone

Styles, yes yes I know

Red beam, maxine

Pack red beam

Put 'em up,

You plucked a bad seed

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

Chorus:

Keep it moving it's on now

Making it punk rile

Shaking the funk rile

Rip it apart style

Fakin' the funk pal

Dunk watch the punk

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:

Hold it down, never give in

Styles having your limbs

Or weather you want it to end

Dirty m'again, I burn him again

05 serving them sins

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

C'mon, yo! I got a wack style

Pivot the offspring & joke with 'em

The distorted guitar stream

Who am I? Russian roulette, Komoti

Cruising your bed, hotter than Qubec in July

Area 51, stereo, vibe, gun live

Here we go, s o b, drop some

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!

(Repeat chorus)

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)