Styles Of Beyond - Nine Thou (Grant Mohrmans Superstars Remix) lyrics

Hu, I'm like Hu-hu Hu, I'm like Hu-hu Ey-yo, first things first It's time to shake ground in the eighth round Box battle and break down From the beat & the wild tone Jump in the cyclone S-T YLES, yes yes I know Give the red beam vaccine Packed red beam Put 'em up, you plucked a bad seed Off the wall, spittin' in the guerilla tag-team What's up now?, duck down stuff that can't 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, 'cause we don't act sweet 'Cause I can run 10 laps in a track meet (Keep it) Movin' it's on now Makin' it punk rile Shakin' the funk rile Fakin' 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) down (down) What? Just what I thought, what's up now? What now?, Watch your battleship get sunk down Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) down (down) What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Hu, I'm like Hu-hu Hold it down, never give in Styles ever get limbs Or whether you want it to end Dirty m'again, I burn 'em again 05 serving them sins Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind Hopped out, what you want, take a look at my grin I'm a fish, you can tell by the flippers & fins C'mon Yo!, I got a rock style Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em With a distorted guitar stream Who am I? Rushin' roulette?, komoti? 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 this audio-style picture, uh! (Keep it) Movin' it's on now Making it punk rile Shaking the funk rile Fakin' 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) down (down) What? Just what I thought, what's up now? What now?, Watch your battleship get sunk down Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) down (down) What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Uh!, 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 But it's a **** the styles gettin' into your face Yo!, what kind of stuff is he drawn? (Really is styles, really) Be on, C'mon punk shove off, you really gotta be gone Ripped out of your brain Triped over your lip to dispossess your B-game What's with this chilling eating kibbles'n bits? There ain't enough street talking 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 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 (Click, pow, knocked, down, what? just what I thought what's up now?) Hu, I'm like Hu-hu Hu, I'm like Hu-hu (Click, pow, knocked, down, what? just what I thought what's up now?) (Click, pow, knocked, down, what? just what I thought what's up now?)