Styles Of Beyond - Nine Thou (Superstars Remix)



Oh, oh my god god

God, oh my god god 



Verse 1:

Hey yo first things first

It's time to shake ground in the eighth round

By spelling breakdown

From the beat & the rhyme 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, stop they cant breathe

Yo! you know the routine, the demon effect

Please, don't 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 foolish, cuz we dont act sweet

Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track



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? (X2)



Oh, oh my god god 



Verse 2:

Hold it down, never give in

Styles having your limbs

Or whether you want it to end

Dirty m'again, i burn him again

O-5, 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 and fin's

C'mon, yo! I got a wack style

... the offspring and joke with 'em

The distort ... stream

Who am i? ... relate who & i

Cruising your bed, how to live back 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 and let the sound hit ya

Snap the ... style picture uh!



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? (X2)



Oh, oh my god god 



Verse 3:

Who the **** .... upon a shellfish

In any your style playing 'til feel bliss

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

And it drip's up in 'em and it gets the women in a 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?



Oh, oh my god god, god, oh my god god, god



Click, pow, nine thou, what? 

Just what i thought what's up now



Oh my god god 



Click, pow, nine thou, what? 

Just what i thought what's up now



Oh my god