[Takbir] 

Aiyyo, first things first 

It's time to shake ground in the eighth round 

Box battle and break down 

For the beak in the rhyme tone 

jump in the cyclone 

S-T-Y-L-E-S, yes I know 

Give the rap phene vaccine 

packed red beam 

Put 'em up, what the fuck 

You plucked a bad seed 

Off the wall, spittin' the guerilla tag team 

What's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe 



[Ryu] 

Yo- you know the routine, the demon effect 

Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves 

The more beef the better; sound gay 

But you all wanna sleep together, ok 

In the club we gon' sneak berrettas 

Why not? We got so much street credit, the fuckin' police let us 

Now that's bullshit, cause we don't pack heat 

So come and get your head crackin' up at me 



[Chorus] 

Kick it- movin' it's on now 

Making it punk loud 

Shaking the buck wild 

Rapin' the punk style 

Fakin' the funk pal 

Dunk watch the punk 

What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down 

Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) out (out) 

What? Just what I thought, what's up now? 

Hu- Hu- bugs out through the speaker 

dap-dap dabbin' the track with both hands 

I'm like Hu-hu- bugs out through the speaker 

dap-dap dabbin' the track with both hands 



[Ryu] 

Hold it down, never give in 

Styles ever get limbs 

Or whether you want it to end 

Dirty seringe, I murder 'em again 

97 serving them sins 

Uh 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind 

Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin 

I'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins 

C'mon 



[Takbir] 

Yo- I got a rock style 

Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em 

With a distorted gist off string 

Who am i? Rushin' what leg? who and Tak? 

Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in July 

Area 51, stereo, rive gun live 

Here we go, S-O-B drop some 

For the kids in the hall with the new block tape 

Blast from both angles like boom dock saint 

So get up get up and let the sound hit ya 

Snap it's already ya style picture 

(Lot electrical) 



[Chorus] 



[Tak] 

Who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfish 

Shinnin' in your style playin' the fell blitz 

Drillin' your brain, like rap and video games 

Feel the seringe for the styles that stickin' in your brain 



[Ryu] 

Yo- what kind of shit is he on 

Really is styles, really be on 

C'mon punk fuck off; You really gotta be gone 

Ripped out of your brain 

Pissed covered in shit to diss this S-O-B game 

Son of a bitch 

I'ma start killin' for kicks 

There ain't an air force 1 inn the globe I can't fig, get it? 

I'm sick with it, when I spit the venom 

And it drip's up in 'em 

And it get's the women in a 

Quick dilemma; We can settle it now 

And I don't know who did it but they said it was styles 



bugs out through the speaker 

dap-dap dabbin' the track with both hands 

bugs out through the speaker 

dap-dap dabbin' the track with both hands 



[Chorus]