(feat. Emcee 007) 



[Takbir] 

Yo.. yeah.. 

So I slid behind the van, ran down the hill quick 

Knight Rider episode callin KITT 

Talkin telecom through a channel on my wrist 

S.O.S. bein sent, (fuck) the superhero (shit) 

In and out of phone booths, kryptonite 

Whistle for a taxi beneath the street light 

Pick me up, drop me off two blocks from the site 

And make sure nobody knows about the secret uh-ahh uh-ahh 

Beware the spy brought binoculars 

Got a strange feelin cause I know somebody's watchin us 

They're comin for my music 

But they can't hack it, so I'm jettin through the streets 

attractive, with the key in the black book of matches 

Floatin past pedestrians, cross over the bridge 

Got, major with new flavor and brought it to North Ridge 

But, everybody wraps like a toga 

So I took the subway to the city of Kinnoga 

Build a foundation to resist the mainstream 

S.O.B., three lethal weapons all on the same team 

Spread it rapidly like a sonic gangrene 

Hangin portraits of the pitiful, so punk say cheese [click] 

Pack the briefcase with explosives 

Walkie-talkie signal causin all types of commotion 

I'm still bein followed 

No choice but to rocket like the 13th Apollo 

and dissapear into the smoke, inside a genie bottle 

Got me caught up with Dr. Jekyll lookin for Mr. Rhymer 

True, radios green for the spies 



Spies like us see everything you do 

Every move you make, every last clue 

All the mistakes and all the check one two's 

Locked in a briefcase of the S.O.B. crew 

[x2] 



[Ryu] 

You know me by my alias, Tiger Trenchcoat Chan 

Mr. Incognito with the microphone can 

Place and date of birth unknown, tappin phonelines 

Plantin bugs in your stereo box when you ain't home 

Trackin my assailants with my high tech surveillance 

Night vision goggles with the poison dart impalements 

Secret artist sabotage cause train derailments 

Styles of Beyond recon, with deadly ailments 

Yo - even my wife don't know my double life 

Double low on the mic, out of mind, out of sight 

Usin night as a cloak cause I walk my dog dope 

Peepin you, like a naked {bitch} on my telescope 

Runnin through the thick smoke, slipped and broke your back 

on the oil slick ?? lay just like a nympho 

Collectin clues and info, keep tabs on crews who choose 

to pose and rock dues in Range Rover rentals 

Manipulate your pad and pencil 

to instigate a cold war over instrumentals 

Evacuate, ID their bodies by their dental - let the record show 

the victim died by deadly flows afflicted to the mental 

Depicted in the scene, it's the undercover team 

Kickin fools like Kung-Fu, Jeru, and Carradine 



[Styles of Beyond] 

All up my sleeves in my rhymin fatigues, the party starts 

with a magnifying glass scope and chop the body parts 

Who's responsible? 

Disguisin y'all constable 

Drape the yellow tape around the body, front page, 2nd article 

Obituaries filled with suckers with no skill 

In the line of duty hitmen for hire, yo what's the deal? 

For real, gag his throat, slap him if he squeals 

9-1-3-0-6 information gets revealed 

Bloody Mary holiday, flashback, remember this evidence 

clearly show you trespass the premises 

Spies on the case 

You heard my name but you can't match the face 

From out the shadows ha ha nobody's safe ha ha 

Kill em all ha ha without a trace, cash double-oh 



[Emcee 007] 

Fourth and inches off the benches in comes the crowd favorite 

Jaded, 007 the special agent 

Radiant, triple X flexin with heat 

Break necks of those who sweat thou and try to compete 

Elite, for this moment in time, I steal the sunshine 

and spit flames at any MC who try to take mine 

The eighth sign apocalyptic, lyrically gifted 

The final move you make is made against the mystic 

The swiftest, always prevail, the human 3rd rail 

I exhale the smoke from molotov cocktails 

Propel the power conduct, uhh, I bring the ruck 

What the fuck[?] Ten seconds, this track self destructs