Kashmere - Wild Style lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna] We keep it bouncing Like a gunshot I'll keep you bouncing Smoking an ounce in A cherry blunt Then I'm clowning The funky sh** All the chicks wiggling to the chunky hit The sure shot, the pow-pow Feel it in your chestplate I set it straight Demonstrate the miraculous heavyweight That kicks you in your gut with more force Than twelve frigging horses The crowd go wild The chicks throwing bras on the stage Flashing vaginas, well I'm conjuring the fires of hell Got the rockstar quality Forming black holes live onstage God's on to me It's all about the Murkules ??? with the k**er flex See me on the internet Practicing the iller s** It's all good Gunshot salute in the hood The proof's in the pud(ding) Standing out 500 foot Walking through the sea Low key forget about it When I'm up on the building The buff chicks get ‘em out It's no laughing matter I'll make your eardrums pop I'll make your eyeballs splatter Write bars in anti-matter I manufactured an ill style So try and step up Your bones shatter The boom-boom, the pow-pow Galaktus with the wild style k**ing it Freaking it uptown and downtown Hip hop deluxe all up in your guts Never giving a f** Straight stacking my box Rappers nowadays sound softer than wet tissues They tryin' to relegate the big man They got issues I'm official What type of mad d** must they be into I'll be murkilizing horizon Starship enterprising Living long, prospering Hollering at a chickenhead Getting gased Lieutenant Uhura getting the splishy-splash Keeping it funky for human beings and dickheads The sick flex The undeniable great The general Bouncing like tri??? Busting shots Getting my props Getting funky like the state of my socks You're feeling it It took a while, still Now you believe in it But sorry if I don't care Galaktus never needed it Rappers is so hollow They're so weak on the mic, man They don't spit, they swallow The jokery must be smoking the seed and loving it And deaf to the dumb brains It's all fit to publish it The boom-boom, the pow-pow Galaktus with the wild style k**ing it Freaking it uptown and downtown Hip hop deluxe all up in your guts Never giving a f** Straight stacking my box Yo We sticking in the booth Gunshot salute The weak must perish in the flames Blowing out your brains I think it's about time for change Are you with me? Are you with me?