Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman Superstars Remix)

Текст песни Styles of Beyond - Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman Superstars Remix)

Hu, I'm like Hu-hu
Hu, I'm like Hu-hu

Ey-yo, first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Box battle and break down
From the beat & the wild tone
Jump in the cyclone
S-T YLES, yes yes I know
Give the red beam vaccine
Packed red beam
Put 'em up, you plucked a bad seed
Off the wall, spittin' in 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 peeve's?
The more beef the better, sound strange
But you all wanna creep together, ok
In the club what a cheesy sweater
Why not?, We got so much street credit, the rookie police let us
Now that's bullshit, 'cause we don't act sweet
'Cause I can run 10 laps in a track meet

(Keep it) Movin' it's on now
Makin' it punk rile
Shakin' the funk rile
Fakin' 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) down (down)
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) down (down)
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 m'again, I burn 'em again
05 serving them sins
Or 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 & fins
C'mon

Yo!, I got a rock style
Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em
With a distorted guitar stream
Who am I? Rushin' roulette?, komoti?
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 this audio-style picture, uh!

(Keep it) Movin' it's on now
Making it punk rile
Shaking the funk rile
Fakin' 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) down (down)
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) down (down)
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
But it's a **** the styles gettin' into your face

Yo!, what kind of stuff is he drawn?
(Really is styles, really)
Be on, C'mon punk shove off, you really gotta be gone
Ripped out of your brain
Triped over your lip to dispossess your 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 and it drip's up in 'em
And it get's 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, knocked, down, what? just what I thought what's up now?)

Hu, I'm like Hu-hu
Hu, I'm like Hu-hu
(Click, pow, knocked, down, what? just what I thought what's up now?)
(Click, pow, knocked, down, what? just what I thought what's up now?)