Nine Thou

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