Styles Of Beyond - Subculture (Dieselboy + Kaos VIP) lyrics

Yo Everybody (c'mon) If you're with it (c'mon) If you're ready (c'mon) If you want it (c'mon) Bring it on (c'mon) Come along (c'mon) S-T-Y-L-E-S Beyond Yo, everybody (c'mon) If you're with it (c'mon) If you're ready (c'mon) If you want it (c'mon) Bring it on (c'mon) Come along (c'mon) S-T-Y-L-E-S Beyond ("Ah here it comes like a scene in Genesis") Yo, it's like being in the position to get yourself lynched Attack with the sick-a**ed twelve inch, the metal blade Serenade, somebody tell the clique what's happenin' This is how we took over the atlas From the beginning of known rappers, stole the stone cactus What what know what the fact is Galactic Arachnids coming with k**er venom attachments Action the words rip, quick draw fastest Flash leather attack medivac'n the wounded Swoop down from thirty-thou for troop movements Brother with two units, boogie down speakin' Us bangin' the true music, takin a few bruises In particular group weapon to shoot crews with Ketchup all over your suit's blueprint, now! Who knows the rules to the new acoustic? Heavy on the way 'cause we're crooked And droppin the school stupid, recoopin' Comin' for cash so give it up Everybody rockin' with Ryu and Tak, say what? With two tapes in the deck, get set to dub over Press record and absorb the "Subculture" ("Ah here it comes like a scene in Genesis") Yo, hollow points with anonymous tips Five shots in the pine box ready for six At the bottom of the crate, you could suffer the same fate Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes Uh up rock morph to eight shapes the Great Dane (Gamma ray) able to bake brains You might as well shelve it Huh! Still spinnin with twelve helmets Somethin' that they punish themselves' with, uh they felt it Purple velvet melt metal itself quick tell Everybody in the clique to get down with the Celtic With the felt-tip attack raps around sounds So bounce now, you ain't got the fingers to count styles There it is (what?) that, ambiguous cat Gritty kitty my rikky-raw rhetoric rap Piggyback my style rip r-rebirth (gimme that!) 'cause I don't give a kcuf like the "f-word" reversed! ("Ah here it comes like a scene in Genesis...") [Chorus] Get ready for the ride where no one else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was Get ready for the ride where no one else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was Yo beats, (what?) rhymes (what?) style (what?) wicked! ...All depends on how we kick this! Breakers sneakers, all the night freakers Boniqua sleepers those who might peep us Crash in the cascade, deem a catch-phrase Last missing piece in this puzzle of rap fame The world in a twist lost for who to blame Make a wish, light a flame, and toss the boomerang Yo number one crew to reign king the rule of pain Through the vein of the lunar slang fiendin with sharp fangs People are strange, they got me wonderin' why You want fame make a record that someone actually buys The clique nobody rips, nobody gets Not even a half a second to block my raw karate-kicks! Chop suey, duck phooey, sharpen my chop sticks Action look for trouble and they double as lock-picks! [Chorus] Get ready for the ride where no one else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was Get ready for the ride where no one else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was