Welcome...



[Ryu]

It's time unravel the plot

Unlock the safe,

searchlight, binocular spot,

commposite sketch phase

Tryin to apprehend the suspect

Beyond typical flow

Black and white cam, elevator

Surveillance photo

Freeze frame

Still shot that skill spot

Ryu in the post office

[???????????]

No charge penning for

climbing the c[?????] wall

I'm the communist, monuments

On the conquest to crawl

Through the barbed wire fences

And motion censor detectors

Code within my sentence

That cracks foreign defenses

Mention my name to no one

Let's keep it top secret

Classify my digital mind

So you can peep it



[Tak]

It's a mystery unable to explain

But strange

How we connect from

Two complete diffe-rent sides of

The terrain (hah)

2000 Fold

Sean Connery code name

No mysterious chemistry overcame

So while the beat bangs

Everybody's doin' the same

Spittin out repetitious

Bull crap

That you thought wouldn't change



[Ryu]

Retracin' my tracks back to my birthplace

A hollogram, seein' things never there

In the first place

Chase my image like a figment

And fantasy, What you tellin' me?

Evertime I rhyme I chalk up another felony

The last action hero on the planet

Evidently, when they ask who's Tiger Chan

Act like you never met me



[hook]

[Styles of Beyond]



This ain't your average everday rap song

We ain't the average group cause our 'styles beyond'

So, how we keep this chosen mystery unsolved

Nobody knows, 2000 (2000) Fold...x2



[Tak]

Ayo, 2000 fold, everybody's still searchin'

Lookin' for that voice that they never heard in person

Radio in-tennas and television screens

Attractin' this signal that's universally recieved

Styles of Beyond, the normal type of flow

The ones that discover the way to hype the show

With the uh ah (haha) Oh my god the real came back

Two of the most incredible ever on the same track



[Ryu]

Code red operation

That we're takin' back hip hop

Dead or alive behind enemy lines

Hear the pen drop

The album 2000 aftermath

Rock the [????]

Wearin' a meat necklace

Two steps from hungry jaguars

Wreck a track faster than nascars

In black, snatchin' hip hop tonight

And you ain't takin' it back

Thought you had it stashed

Like a nine milli financial weapon

Now it's time for the S-O-B

And nine thousand is steppin'



[Tak]

Travelin' slowly through every channel

And laboratory samples

Now a national geographical panoramic anthem

Exposed as one of the seven gases

No evidence 'shown' but now the 'globe'

Is full of ashes

We just some auditory creatures

Creepin' out your speakers

Delinquents usually understand it's frequent

+The Mighty Bostone+ relatin the mor-se code

Exchangin the body suits of our clones

yeah...



Welcome...



[Styles of Beyond]

Yo, you gotta mic

But your time won't last

Cause when we in the ring

Everything moves fast

And we takin' care of biz

In this hip hop show

If you in the front row

Then you might just know

So what's the crew? S-O-B

That's the click I'm from

Bottom line either get down

Or get done...ugh



[Tak]

Ayo, this just in, at five foot ten, mysterious african

Slight build, [????] with nice skills

Over by the ledge, breif case, twistin his dreds

Developin' a way to repel against the [????] asshole

All in the favor of the S-O-B

Get yo ass to the store, purchase the CD



[Ryu]

As we close the first chapter

In the book of mystery

All that's left is a three minute

And changed legacy

Subconciously stained styles on your memory

Releasin' all the primal first century

Tendencies on my enemies

Got you on candid camera

Through my gamma vision glasses

Starin' at drops quick as clocks tick

Time passes, tide rips

One wrecks the other destroys

Now the two deadliest warheads

Have been employed



[hook...]