Styles Of Beyond - Hard

Verse 1: Hey yo first things first It's time to shake ground in the eighth round Bax better & break down From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone Styles, yes i know We're the ... team, maxime.... Put 'em up, what the **** Stuff they can't breathe Off the wall spitting, n***a we're in the tag-team What's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathe Yo! you kno the routine, the demon effect Please, dont 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 bull-ish, cuz we dont 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, pow, nine thou, what? Just what i thought, what's up now? Verse 2: 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 Punk'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, yo! i got a wack style ... the offspring & joke with 'em The distort ... stream Who am i? ... relate who & i Cruising your bed, how to live .... in july Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live Here we go, west soldiers, we drop some We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate Blast from both angles, a bulldog saint So, get up get up & let the sound hit ya Snap the ... style picture uh! (repeat chorus) Verse 3: Who the **** .... upon a shellfish In any your style playing the ... blitz Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games But it's a **** the styles get any of your fame Yo! what kind of stuff is he on Really its styles, c'mon punk shove off You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain Script over your lip to dispossess your ... game What's with this ... me kibbles n bits We're in the street ... 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, & i don't kno who did it but they said it was styles (repeat chorus) Click, pow, nine thou, what? just what i thought what's up now (x2)