Текст песни Styles of Beyond - Superstars (Megadef 2003)
[Verse 1: Takbir]
Ayo, 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
The rap fiend vaccine, packed red beam
Put 'em up, what the fuck? You plucked a bad seed (Uh)
Off the wall, spitting the guerrilla tag team
What's up now? Duck down stuff that can't breathe
[Verse 2: Ryu]
Yo, you know the routine, the team in effect, please
Don't step, you wanna feed one of my pet peeves? (Huh?)
The more beef the better, sound gay
But you all wanna sleep together? Okay
In the club, we don't sneak berettas
Why not? We got so much street credit, the fuckin' police let us
Now that's bullshit, cause we don't pack heat
So come and get your head cracked in a fat meet
[Chorus: Takbir & Inspectah Deck]
Kick it
Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style
Faking the funk, pal, duck, watch the pump
What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, Nine, Thou
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker
St-st-stabbing the track with both hands
I'm like huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker
St-st-stabbing the track with both hands
[Verse 3: Ryu]
Hold it down, never give in
Styles, sever your limbs
However you want it to end
Dirty syringe, I'll murder them again
'97, serving them since
A third of your friends get knocked out: turbulent winds
Hopped out, what you want, beer, bourbon or gin?
I'm a fish, you can tell by the hundreds of fins, come on
[Verse 4: Takbir]
Yo, I got a rock style
Pivot The Offspring and joke with 'em
With a distorted guitar string
Who am I? Russian Roulette, Camu Tao
Pushing a 'Vette 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 Boondock Saints
So get up, get up and let the sound hit you
Snap, it's audio style picture, uh
[Refrain]
Lot electrical
[Chorus: Takbir & Inspectah Deck]
Kick it
Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style
Faking the funk, pal, duck, watch the pump
What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, Nine, Thou
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker
St-st-stabbing the track with both hands
I'm like huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker
St-st-stabbing the track with both hands
[Verse 5: Takbir]
Uh, who the hell wear splitting the belly up on a shellfish?
Shinning into your style, playing the fell blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap and video games
Feel the syringe for the styles sticking into your brain
[Verse 6: Ryu]
Yo, what kind of shit is he on?
Really, his style's really beyond
Come on, 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, I'ma start killing for kicks
There ain't an Air Force 1 in the globe I can't fit, get it?
I'm 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 don't know who did it, but they said it was Styles
[Refrain: Inspectah Deck]
Buck shots through the speaker
St-st-stabbing the track with both hands
Buck shots through the speaker
St-st-stabbing the track with both hands
[Chorus: Takbir & Inspectah Deck]
Kick it
Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style
Faking the funk, pal, duck, watch the pump
What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, Nine, Thou
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?
Huh! Buck shots
Stab-stabbing the track with both hands
I'm like huh! Buck shots
Stab-stabbing the track with both hands
[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
With both, with both, with both, with both, with both hands
Both hands, both hands, both hands, both hands
