Superstars Remix Lyrics - Singles - Styles Of Beyond

Verse 1: 

[Takbir:] 

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 

S t y l e s, yes I know 

Red beam, maxime 

Pack red beam 

Put 'em up, [What?] 

You plucked a bad seed 

Off the wall spitting, in the gorilla tag-team 

What's up now? jump down, stuff they can't breathe 

[Ryu:] 

Yo! you kno 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 foolish, cuz we don't act sweet 

Cuz 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 now, 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: 

[Ryu:] 

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, turbuline 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, 

[Takbir:] 

Yo! I got a wack style 

Taking the offspring & joke with 'em 

The distorted guitar stream 

Who am I? russian roulette, komoti 

Cruising your bed, how to make qubec in july 

Area 51, stereo, vibe, gun live 

Here we go, s o b, drop some 

We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate 

Blast from both angles, a boondock saint 

So, get up get up and let the sound hit ya 

Snap this audio-style picture uh! 

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 now, 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 3: 

[Tak:] 

Who the hell is spliting the belly of a shellfish 

In any your style playing the fell blitz 

Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games 

Feel the syringe able the styles get'n into your face 

[Ryu:] 

Yo! what kind of stuff is he drawn 

Really it's styles, really you yo 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 aint enoughf 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, 

And I don't kno 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)