Ai yo first things its 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 Whats up now duck down stuff that cant breathe Yo you know the routine the team effect please Dont 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 thats foolish cause we would act sweet Cause I can run ten laps in a track meet Keep it movin its 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 whats up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats 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 Im 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 its a sonic style picture ah Keep it movin its 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 whats up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats 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 Whats with this killin me kibbles n bits Were in the street talkin the globe I cant fix Get it Im 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 dont know who did it but they said it was styles Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now编辑于2014/06/16更新