Nine Thou

[ti:Nine Thou] [ar:styles of beyond] [al:228231] [offset:0] Ai yo first things it's first 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 Give the rap phene vaccine packed red beam Put 'em up You plucked a bad seed Off the wall spittin' the guerilla tag team What's up now duck down stuff that can't breathe Yo you know the routine the team effect please Don't step you wanna be one of my pet peeves The more beef the better sound strange But you all wanna creep together ok In the club with a cheesy sweater Why not We got so much street credit the rookie police let us Now that's foolish cause we would act sweet Cause I can run ten laps in a track meet Keep it movin' it's on now Making it punk loud Shaking the buck wild Rapin' the punk style Fakin' the funk pal dunk watch the punk What now Watch your battleship get sunk down Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now Hold it down never give in Styles ever get limbs Or whether you want it to end dirty magnine I burn 'em again Zero five 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 or fins Come on Yo I got a rock style Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em with a distorted gist off string Who am I Rushin' the leg can we talk Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in July Area 51 stereo rive gun live Here we go SOB 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 it's a sonic style picture ah Keep it movin' it's on now Making it punk loud Shaking the buck wild Rapin' the punk style Fakin' the funk pal dunk watch the punk What now Watch your battleship get sunk down Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now 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 Feel the seringe for the styles that stickin' in your brains Yo what kind of stuff is he on Really is styles really be on Come on punk shove off You really gotta be gone Ripped out of your brain Script over your lip to dispossess your SOB games What's with this killin' me kibbles n bits We're in the street talkin' 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 nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought what's up now