Styles Of Beyond

Styles Of Beyond - Easy Back It Up songtekst

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[Takbir]

It was 11:33, just wakin up to write

Got plans to meet my man at the jam tonight

Got a call from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak'?"

Yo my car broke down, meet me at the bus stop

"What time?"  About five, I'll be ready when I'm done

4:22, turn twenty-one, so you know

Threw on my shades to block the rays from the sun

I stepped out the door and now my day's begun

So I'm walkin down the block, think about that girl Britney

Knowin that I'm goin to the club to get tipsy

If I step out of line, would she soon forget me

I don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippie

Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda

Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner

Yo I hear the horn blowin from these girls behind us

I turned around to look and they got all obnoxious

They recognize the face, "Can we get your autograph?"

Yo I turned back to Ryu and we started to laugh

"We got a show to do tonight," that's what I yelled out the window

They pulled up on the side, with a pen and pad for info

One had pretty eyes, with the buttermilk complexion

So I ran it down the line with the directions, yo..



Everytime we got a jam to make

we make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate

Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place

It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate

(What what what what?)

Put the needle on the plate

(uhh.. uhh..)

Put the needle on the plate

(yeah UH)



[Q-Tip: x3] "Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"



[Ryu]

Steppin out in style, three dimensional light beams

Knight Queens and Club Kings swingin hype cling

Trippin over bottles of Moet on my way to the dancefloor

Pan-thers, freakin my folklore

My bloody roar buddy deplore cunning game to transform

and trap a dame flat in nine seconds we take aim

Change to battle beast, that'll cease, any attempt

in petty offensive diss to my click

We move quick, you might not even recognize my presence

Thirty second assassination sedation weapon

Step into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot me

Because I'm well known at the spot, they call me roofies

Hittin hard rocks when I travel through veins

and wake up in three days not remeberin thangs

The reign of the poetry prince of darkness the martian

Stompin, from California to Boston, Lost in Space

so take caution, face the facts, harken

Eagle talon attack, pack it up often

Audio abortion, distortion offense

Corporate, decaptitated three-headed horsemen

Shredded portions of serial murder endorsement

Course across clubs and fold my armed forces



Everytime we got a jam to make

we make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate

Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place

It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate

(What what what what?)

Put the needle on the plate

(uhh.. uhh..)

Put the needle on the plate

(yeah UH)



[cut and scratched] "Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"
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