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)