MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
styles of beyond - bleach
[Verse 1: Takbir]
Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air
Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What's up stupid?
(Shoot this)
1-5-1 in the shot glass
(Hot flash)
Bangin' on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers
I let 'em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber
Thumbs up! Another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck
It's like gettin' with a dumptruck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up
OK, I'll let a sucka's fly once
Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch
Uh, malpractice - a bang-all jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don't stop the sure-shot, the (???) anthem
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon
What's up partna, I got ya (what, what)
Hope that (spoken gunshots) crack the piata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang, mashin'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop, you ain't got access, watch
I'mma change my asset, Ryu and Tak
You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cum
And lay flat on the ground, don't make 'em peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach
Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who's rockin every club, that's me
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in
styles of beyond - dangerous minds
[Takbir]
See, she got trapped from the rear, Tiger Chan and Takbir
Slap em down, make em drown, in the muddy water slaughter
You oughta be able to pick up your pen and defend
Cause if you can't, me and my friend, terrorizin all
Revoke all my actions and still won't fall
Stab you all like rag dolls - time for voodoo
See we can do what you do - change your smelly diapers filled with doo doo
Then toss them and ??no scratch allowed ha??
You weak to Deac', your piece don't ever ever try to compete
I'm fat in cellulite, keep it discrete and delete
No longer will you exist in the war of the wack minds
Takbir, rollin on fools like Pathfinders
It's the grandmaster, ?? flash when I'm runnin
laps around those who can't adapt to fat sounds
Backgrounds and pots on stage is what you need and yo
Ryu, pass me the gauze to stop the bleeding
Jaycee got sick with the tracks, so I flip with the rap
Enough dope, to make the world's biggest triple beam collapse
Jump up and get jacked
Collide like an avalanche and a haystack
Stay back, the will of force is aweseome
Tied em up to the pole with ropes and scorch em
Burnin with the flame and the match I aim
Shoot splat, uh oh, uh oh, what who's that?
Yeah Tak-Takbir, uh ah ah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..
"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate" -> Rakim
A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate
"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate" -> Rakim
Suffocate the victim he's trapped with no escape
[Ryu]
Yo, it's Tiger Chan from San Fernand'
Dolo trippin fat vocal code bring katanas to your throat
My persona is that of a Don Dadda, so I gotta
slay sixty-four suckers and bounce like an Impala
from the junkyard, scientifically pullin your trump card
Speak with RESPECT when you speak of the God
But yo bust it, I get up in asses like hand puppets
When Ryu bring da ruckus rappers start kickin the bucket
Tackle me who's the toughest, kid to get clowned
Rolled smoked and passed around Cuban imported Dutches
Lyrics servin me justice, plus it's payin my bills
Step up and get swept up like kitchen spills
by the man who got more skills than Tupac got mills
in a shoebox, BANGIN S.O.B. out your boombox
Hahhah, so what happened?
Actin like a G, but your name ain't Julio
Messin with my Dangerous Mind like you was Coolio
Michelle Pfeiffer, I keep it hyper like a sniper
Buckin in plain view, my fangs bare like a viper
Step into my cypher son and get tagged
around the toe MC RahRah now you John Doe
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" -> ?
Strictly with the rhymes, Dangerous Minds is risky
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" -> ?
Whiskey in the brain keep me from goin insane
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" -> ?
Tipsier than hippie hallucigenic semantics
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me" -> ?
It ain't nuttin but some ol' Tiger Tiger Tiger Chan {shit}
styles of beyond - easy back it up
[Takbir]
It was 11:33, just wakin up to write
Got plans to meet my man at the jam tonight
Got a call from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak'?"
Yo my car broke down, meet me at the bus stop
"What time?" About five, I'll be ready when I'm done
4:22, turn twenty-one, so you know
Threw on my shades to block the rays from the sun
I stepped out the door and now my day's begun
So I'm walkin down the block, think about that girl Britney
Knowin that I'm goin to the club to get tipsy
If I step out of line, would she soon forget me
I don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippie
Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda
Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner
Yo I hear the horn blowin from these girls behind us
I turned around to look and they got all obnoxious
They recognize the face, "Can we get your autograph?"
Yo I turned back to Ryu and we started to laugh
"We got a show to do tonight," that's what I yelled out the window
They pulled up on the side, with a pen and pad for info
One had pretty eyes, with the buttermilk complexion
So I ran it down the line with the directions, yo..
Everytime we got a jam to make
we make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place
It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate
(What what what what?)
Put the needle on the plate
(uhh.. uhh..)
Put the needle on the plate
(yeah UH)
"Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up" -> Q-Tip (repeat 3X)
[Ryu]
Steppin out in style, three dimensional light beams
Knight Queens and Club Kings swingin hype cling
Trippin over bottles of Moet on my way to the dancefloor
Pan-thers, freakin my folklore
My bloody roar buddy deplore cunning game to transform
and trap a dame flat in nine seconds we take aim
Change to battle beast, that'll cease, any attempt
in petty offensive diss to my click
We move quick, you might not even recognize my presence
Thirty second assassination sedation weapon
Step into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot me
Because I'm well known at the spot, they call me roofies
Hittin hard rocks when I travel through veins
and wake up in three days not remeberin thangs
The reign of the poetry prince of darkness the martian
Stompin, from California to Boston, Lost in Space
so take caution, face the facts, harken
Eagle talon attack, pack it up often
Audio abortion, distortion offense
Corporate, decaptitated three-headed horsemen
Shredded portions of serial murder endorsement
Course across clubs and fold my armed forces
Everytime we got a jam to make
we make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place
It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate
(What what what what?)
Put the needle on the plate
(uhh.. uhh..)
Put the needle on the plate
(yeah UH)
"Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up" -> {cut and scratched}
styles of beyond - get it
So let's get right to (and then rule?)
And it ain't nothin' but a thing
To getchya (grippin'?) the move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it
Goin' all out
We about to
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
Ryu-yo it's in my blood
I was born to spit it
The cord has kept me warm
Through the storms of winter
Ignored the pain and struggle
When it's time for dinner
We huddle together and grind
Rain or shine
Survive the weather
Forget about changing spinners
Throw me a bone
I'm just tryin' to raise my litter
It made me bitter
Eventually made me sicker
So when the heat's on
We don't get pre-game jitters
Uh-uh
We go to work man
Diggin' in dirt
We took 'em to church
We're checkin' in some teenage strippers
Livin' life by the seat of my pants
And ( ? ) with jams
Undefeated we can't
Lose
Ever whoever wanted with us
Better roll with a camp
You trust to cover your ass
When your asses can't
Huh
So bottom's up
Here's one for the crew
Put some liquor in your gut
And tell me what you wanna do
Sing it
S
For every sucker left behind
O
With every ( ? ) when I bust a rhyme
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it
No
S
For the drunk sexy women
O
Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it
Tak-so let's get right to (and then rule?)
And it ain't nothin' but a thing
To getchya (grippin'?) the move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it
Goin' all out
We about to
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
Tak-wow
Look at 'em now
Their mouths are closed
We done came a long way since 2004
Spilled bleach
Got the whole entire crowd exposed
The fumes leakin' in the street
Throwin' down them (bowls?)
Whoa
We on the job
The one with the mob
The fake facades
To get it just to make new large
I roll a seven to nine
Just to break the yards
And step in your mind
And unfold
The great bizarre
Hit the kill switch
Yah
Found my hitch
I'm on the pitcher's mound for now
It's me and will smith
Finally overseas
I sneak in the mattress
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent
We out gettin' bent
Makin' dollar amounts
So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots
Say it
S
For every sucker left behind
O
With every (?) when I bust a rhyme
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it
No
S
For the drunk sexy women
O
Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it
B
Best believe when it's time to get it
We grind and jet
'cause we ain't got time to kick it
So let's get right to (and then rule?)
And it ain't nothin' but a thing
To getchya (grippin'?) the move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it
Goin' all out
We about to
Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
styles of beyond - hollograms
[Ryu]
Chasin me - follow a visual mist
Imprint's a tiger fist, fly swift, attackin Kodak
So get your camera ready if you plan to catch a 'hollo-
-grammar' dope lyrical nut so suck and swallow
Borrow, a pencil and a sack of common sense
so you can take notes on how to flow dope and represent
Occupants in my space, bring it on, try to harm me
I grab a gun and start to unload like Finnish laundry
(BLAOW! BLAOW!) Terminology rips, like full clips through {bullshit}
Funk flips off the tongue, Ryu's on some pool {shit}
Bellyflops and whatnot, low audio sonar
Tractor beams pullin all dreams into the polar
Symetic solar systematically scramble thoughts
like eggs on Sunday morning, OJ and acid drops *drip drip drip*
Randomly rippin spots, spittin dope like freebasin
like an open invitation to come and kick it with Satan yo
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" -> Pharoahe Monch (2X)
(from the song "Releasing Hypnotical Gases")
[Takbir]
I'll rip the mask off the body - settin it off, commencin surgery
Perjury's a crime, and now you must, pay the penalty
I inject a deadly poison that sucks calcium out your teeth
Dryin out your bones, killin the fake - indentity
[Spaceboy Boogie X]
I, come! out of my shell, breaks loose the truth
Exploiting chemical reaction making contact with the youth
You are now left in front of a million sides claimin the truth
Choose your destiny but beware being guided by the fools
Youth will be dropped in front of you, many of you got shook
Two-timed topped for Tommy Hil', gettin played by Captain Hook
Look behind the books, and see the red eyes of demon
like semen travellin lost, searchin for the egg
Givin birth to an indentity, no heart and no brain
Travellin through a maze but never passed the third grade
Rolled the dice get a seven, now you move to next phase
Pressure's gettin kinda thick as you fall, into a fade
Breakin out in sweat, but the water evaporates
Rubbin your eyes not believin, what I demonstrate
Visual effects as well as comprehensional soundwaves
Blinded by the fact that you are now official contract slaves
Seein the light, you may be able to escape the grave
but the dice are in your hand, I be that invisible man
holdin back the Guardian Angel that's tryin to help you stand
as you collapse you roll a two, that sends you two steps back
Blood drips out the guillotine as mental slaves are whacked
The last words you ever hear would be the knowledge that you lack..
(knowledge that you lack..)
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" -> Pharoahe Monch
"The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" -> Buckshot
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" -> Pharoahe Monch
"The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" -> Buckshot
"Making fools.. understand" (2X)
"You.. could never .. apprehend a hologram" -> Pharoahe Monch
[Takbir]
Yo, tap the bottle twist the cap, drink it down to the Main Source
so watch how many people "Fake the Funk"
Categorized in the majority of punks who can't avoid
the false bash you get trapped in a slump
A fool's paradise, rockin mics, livin large
Cruisin through illusions, now peep the mirage
Imaginin the plaque the made of platinum when he's rappin
But he don't know the facts in the game, now what happened
Identify the master of fraud, the unknown confess
Hittin holograms shown watch the mirror reflect
the Style of Beyond seal of official respect
The one.. two.. mic.. check..
The rhythm black hole, grapplin the souls of artificial
flows that decompose, cause it ain't really real
Reveal what's concealed, pop balloon headed egoes
Syringe deflates the mindstate below zero
Scales gettin tipped with overweight hot {shit}
Invisible em-bl-em shinin bright from my wrath
So open up the door and feel the blast
cause too many rhyme, too many slide, too many pass..
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram" -> Pharoahe Monch (4X)
styles of beyond - muuvon
Chorus: repeat 2X
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin, and move on
Verse One:
Yo gimme somma that - somma what? Somma that
over there, yeah who? Takbir
The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough
Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up
With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux
in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn
in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees
with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle
When it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grab
Pissed off enough, with no other way to react
Another sense rap said to block the thought process
Dressin the bid on my concious
Complex, gotta ?, my game face, in the same place
Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate
Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase
Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill ? space
Verse Two:
Just keep pacin, and move on..
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week
Besides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep
with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat
We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes
that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a {fuck}
These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks
That's a little too much, to even toss in the back
especially when you broke, livin off the scratch
You see it all comes down to the love for music
Short fuse, determinin how well we use it
Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon
of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms
Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust
to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush
Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched
Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush
To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style
War trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just
Chorus: repeat 2X
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin, and move on
Verse Three:
Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound
Droppin it with ?, but my actions tango
Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic
Dancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got it
My ? allowed knows how we get down
to these audio effects burn a hole in the ground
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week
Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep
Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat
Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete
Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps
What the plan - what the deal
If I can - then I will
Flowin like grass with the mass appeal
What the plan - I'ma chill
Why man, you feelin ill?
Stop actin like a {bitch} and take an Advil
It's a plan
Yo man, you goin out or what?
Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck
Chorus: repeat 4X
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin, and move on
Lyrics > Styles of Beyond Lyrics > Styles of Beyond Muuvon Lyrics
styles of beyond - nine thou
Verse 1:
Hey yo first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Bax better & break down
From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone
Styles, yes i know
We're the ... team, maxime....
Put 'em up, what the ****
Stuff they can't breathe
Off the wall spitting, n***a we're in the tag-team
What's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathe
Yo! you kno the routine, the demon effect
Please, dont 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 bull-ish, cuz we dont act sweet
Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track meet
Chorus:
Keep it moving it's on now
Making it punk rile
Shaking the funk rile
Rip it apart style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now, watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, nine thou, what?
Just what i thought, what's up now?
Verse 2:
Hold it down, never give in
Styles having your limbs
Or weather you want it to end
Dirty m'again, i burn him again
05 serving them sins
Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers & fin's
C'mon, yo! i got a wack style
... the offspring & joke with 'em
The distort ... stream
Who am i? ... relate who & i
Cruising your bed, how to live .... in july
Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, west soldiers, we drop some
We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate
Blast from both angles, a bulldog saint
So, get up get up & let the sound hit ya
Snap the ... style picture uh!
(repeat chorus)
Verse 3:
Who the **** .... upon a shellfish
In any your style playing the ... blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games
But it's a **** the styles get any of your fame
Yo! what kind of stuff is he on
Really its styles, c'mon punk shove off
You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain
Script over your lip to dispossess your ... game
What's with this ... me kibbles n bits
We're in the street ... the globe i can't fix
Get it? i'm sick with it, when i spit the venom
& it drip's up in 'em & it get's the women in a quick dilemma
We can settle it now, & i don't kno who did it but they said it was styles
(repeat chorus)
Click, pow, nine thou, what? just what i thought what's up now (x2)
Verse 1:
Hey yo first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Bax better & break down
From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone
Styles, yes i know
We're the ... team, maxime....
Put 'em up, what the ****
Stuff they can't breathe
Off the wall spitting, n***a we're in the tag-team
What's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathe
Yo! you kno the routine, the demon effect
Please, dont 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 bull-ish, cuz we dont act sweet
Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track meet
Chorus:
Keep it moving it's on now
Making it punk rile
Shaking the funk rile
Rip it apart style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now, watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, nine thou, what?
Just what i thought, what's up now?
Verse 2:
Hold it down, never give in
Styles having your limbs
Or weather you want it to end
Dirty m'again, i burn him again
05 serving them sins
Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers & fin's
C'mon, yo! i got a wack style
... the offspring & joke with 'em
The distort ... stream
Who am i? ... relate who & i
Cruising your bed, how to live .... in july
Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, west soldiers, we drop some
We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate
Blast from both angles, a bulldog saint
So, get up get up & let the sound hit ya
Snap the ... style picture uh!
(repeat chorus)
Verse 3:
Who the **** .... upon a shellfish
In any your style playing the ... blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games
But it's a **** the styles get any of your fame
Yo! what kind of stuff is he on
Really its styles, c'mon punk shove off
You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain
Script over your lip to dispossess your ... game
What's with this ... me kibbles n bits
We're in the street ... the globe i can't fix
Get it? i'm sick with it, when i spit the venom
& it drip's up in 'em & it get's the women in a quick dilemma
We can settle it now, & i don't kno who did it but they said it was styles
(repeat chorus)
Click, pow, nine thou, what? just what i thought what's up now (x2)
styles of beyond - part ii
STOP! Man whatchu gonna do now?
[Takbir]
Now I'ma break it down just to tell a little story
Straight off the top, with no specific category
Welcome to another rendition of what we call freefall
About time, we decide to ball
with the mind of a junkyard hog ready to brawl
witcha hype man, retrievin the mysterious mic stand
[Ryu]
Yo, murderin the first 12 Monkeys in a face-off the top
Flip my claws out, fangs for bloody thirst
The curse of a person conversin in tongues for funds
Punchlines like loaded nines won't survive in my dimension
Divide the sector seven into pie graph
Twenty-five percent passed, ten percent dissed, the other half
talk fast and don't say {shit} like deaf mutes
My def boots, trample on troops, samples applied, wire detonate
mic fires in Beirut, cards of the same suit
A half deck, catchin half wreck, that was your last bet
[Styles of Beyond]
Now, whether you like it or not, we still arrive
Bright and early up in yo' face with somethin live
The crew that makes you wake up, stop and peep notice..
Notice.. "Open your eyes and try to focus"
[Takbir]
I think it's time to wake up (for what) to hear the dope stuff
You know the stuff that Ryu and Tak' drop on the hush
The sound that people wanna pound but don't touch
We slow the platoons like water balloons in a bunch
We oughta resume to crunch your half rhyme pasttime
Call out fakes, see me at the bank in the cash line
Not a greedy pig, but indeed he did do (what was that?)
Tried to get cold, when I'm an igloo
[Ryu]
Don't you know what you got into, into got you what?
No you don't, attack this with bass-ackwards tactics
will get you on my blacklist, quick-er
than you can pass or flip the flea flicker
Run the hundred yard dash, pass Flash Gordon
flippin the bird, trippin over tongue tied words
[Takbir]
Yeah these unsigned nerds, stuck with a memo on the back {hahah}
Floodin the underground with weak demos on wax
(Like that?) Like that, and that's the way it'll be
Cause when my empire strikes back vigorously
[Styles of Beyond]
Here comes the crew that makes you wake up, stop and peep notice..
Endangered (4X)
[Ryu]
Aiyyo, is that your bag, I'll help you pack it
Cause that's the, last time you steppin to Cali kickin some wack {shit}
Feel the wrath of Iron Patrick, rippin apart
your poetry thoughts, w-dots, ? bought boxes
of cheap art and stolen parts from the chop shop
Used to be hip-hop, converted to a drop top
[Takbir]
Hah, no longer legit for hopscotch, the oil gauge
key to ignite drips the plot
Stuck in the service shop, we heard a lot of same stuff played
Quick to identify like a friendly game of charades
.. so whatcha whatcha want?
Endangered.. (5X)
styles of beyond - playing with fire
[Verse 1: Tak]
Stand back, put the picture my frame
The handcraft of a master, the flicker, the flame
That sell three madman Megadef LP
Monster mash, prop for what? From S.O.B.
Shout to Honeycomb...what would I be without wax?
Just another empty battery shell in the pack
String on the puppet, laughin', claimin' I'm all of that
When I know in fact, everything you claim is all crap
[Verse 2: Ryu]
Yo, got the fuse lit, keepin' it movin', so
Freakin' abusive, people are pukin', so
Sick of the music, suckin' the fumes in
So don't get it confused, I'm not you, stupid
Hundred-proof booze in the back, all tipsy
Bring two clips, I'm clappin' all sixty
Swing through quick and bust if one's empty
Your chances of leavin' the club: fifty/fifty
[Verse 3: Apathy]
Wanna fuck around with Hell's recruits?
I'll stomp Satan in his face 'till it melts my boots
I'll use the sun for my throne, universe as my home
And your skull as a crown to adorn my dome
Watch porn with your girl, slip a mickey in her Beck's
Put a hickey on her neck, then the titties I caress
Under match of ??? set's, I'm the one the chickies sweat
Make 'em suck it 'till their jaw's fucked up like 50 Cent's
Most of you faggots stay postin' that jacked shit
But when we retaliate, it's never some rap shit
Swing on your mandible and bring out mechanical
Devices that splices flesh from the intangible
I spark fire like electrical shocks
And ready the glocks, to clash with Connecticut cops
Who on some Brad Pitt shit, so you better go watch
The movie Seven, 'cause you'll find your wife's head in a box
[Verse 4: Tak]
Rush you bustas, get touched with nunchucks
You tough tough, askin' to really get fucked up
Who cares what you been through? I'm goin' against you, so
Sharpen your skills while I sharpen my Ginsu
Gas and ashes, and medical kits, but see
That's what happens when chemicals mix
The birth of a strange creature, umbilical split
But for now, the main feature, you said it was sick
[Verse 5: Celph Titled]
The word on the streets is that I'm hellbound, 'cause I bully Christians
But I stay up in the armory, developin' pulley systems
For launchin' grenades strategically, onstage with heaters illegally
Got the sound man shook at my vocal frequency
Back at the crib, bitch better strap on a bib
'Cause when I'm bustin' off, it's drippin' off the tip of her chin
Chickens and hens, you know I keep 'em bendin' over for me
With my chef hat, stuffin' poultry on the upholstery
Celph Titled's known as a gangsta to some
I got the powers of the godz, acclimated to one
All these young cats with glocks, tryin' to clear the floor
I'm old school, when I'm pullin' out my Fearless Four
Hear the sound of the clap? Bury your face
'Cause the mag that I pack needs a carryin' case
I'm not from the Aryan race, but I'll still persecute you
Ride around in the trunk with a little hole to shoot through
[Verse 6: Ryu]
I'm "Word Perfect," back in the circuit
Been...top ten since you were snatchin' purses
Golf club thug, a nickel and dime hustler
All them mob flicks are makin' you rhyme tougher
When the nine clicks, you freeze
Two sick emcees, get cool quick when I'm shootin' the breeze
Who's this? Ryu and Tak, with Ap and Celph
Spittin' heat 'till the plastic melt, watch it
[Outro: Tak]
Claim you wanna stay, but you have to go
Grab the gun powder, blast the calico
Time to saddle up, this ain't a talent show
You wanna battle what? Bullets that travel slow
[Outro 2: Ryu]
Talk, but keep steppin'
Discrete, false perception
Talk, but keep steppin'
Spark with heat weapons
styles of beyond - second to none
"Second To None"
(feat. Mike Shinoda)
It's the real authentic
Leave ya'll dented
Forget what ya heard
If I said it, I meant it
Did it for real
While ya'll pretended
Back for more
Startin' the war to end it
Raw
Rippin' like I'm working a chainsaw
New York to Cali
New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift while you bleed the fit
My team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this shit
Rough and rugged
Kill 'em soft
We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off
Takin' a loss?
Not a chance in your life
If being fresh is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Stop, drop, and roll
We got souls
Safe to pop off when we lock and load
So this how we get this done
You can check on the rep, yep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Yo, check the rep, yep, enough respect
If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck
I'm funky fresh
Equipped with a rusty tick
Am I the best?
Well I gotta put it bluntly, yes
You can't touch me
The flows'll get ya
Squeeze breath outta your chest like boa constrictors
I'm a killer and I usually know my victims
So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh
Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw
You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw
Liquid diet, bitch
We official pirates
I ghost ride the ghost ship
Drinkin' and drivin', yea
You ain't nothing but a whiny kid
That cries like a wimp cuz nobody rides with him
I ain't a thug, pimp, gangsta or grinding done [?]
But you can check on the rep, yep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Then all the bears wanna step in the gate
You can find me at the gym, bench pressing the weights
Getting' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgusting
I'mma tell the whole god dang globe to suck it
I'm bad
Now you feelin' something surround you
My chemical mix, they got you pumpin' the valium
The audience closed in and they had a reaction
Similar to explosions off of battery acid
My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with
So findin' my trip past your neck or exit [?]
Into the dungeon, what you bringin' a bucket?
No one's hearin' your screams, so start playin' the trumpet
I'm outta your reach now
So give me some rock a few
Hookin' a beat down and do the impossible
A couple of months later, the record was done
So you can check on the rep, yep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yea
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
styles of beyond - shapeshifter
Get ready
Get ready, get set
Get ready, get set, let's roll
Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll
Road warrior in a bit of petrol
Red, yellow, hit green, then go, breathe in slow
S.O.B
You ain't never seen nothing so rugged at 90
Uh huh, with the cops behind me yo!
The boiler's grinding, keep the cuffs, enjoy your
doughnuts sir, you ain't gonna find me
It's not likely their brains is blown out
You're chasing a ghost with no brakes, slow down
Hundred proof octane, ready to drink bitch
Stop playing, I'm hot man, gimme that pink slip
Time's up, the animals crept through
Leave them in the dust with a packet of jet fuel
Too quick, eat 'em up, better for pet food
No brain, slow lane, missing your head screws
Skin and bones let mess with your chrome set
Tricked out, hopping like your cruse in a cold chest
Parked in eagle with a safety pin
Take the backseat, now let the games begin, yeah
Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll
Road warrior in a bit of petrol
Red, yellow, hit green, then go, breathe in slow
Shape shifter
Come on man, you can't be real
I'll show you what it is, let the anthem build
Shape shifter
Put the pedal to the metal and go
Tough match, you lost by a hubcap
The big boss spray painted on my mud flap
Get a rush, yeah we're calling your cold bluff
Can never get enough
Step in, hold your breath and hang tight
Known for the big dollar bet in the cage fight
You're playing with the sharks, step inside
Everybody on your mark, get set, now let's ride.
That's right, put the pedal to the metal and go
The yellow madellow with slicks on sending 'em home
Stick cars in the concrete, gripping the road
So quick, get in the palm trees, look out, whoa
We got car keys hooked to remote controls
Hit a button that'll smoke and they'll rip you off
I told you, I don't want to close your casket
Quit now before you go blowing a gasket
Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll
Road warrior in a bit of petrol
Red, yellow, hit green, then go, breathe in slow
Shape shifter
Come on man, you can't be real
I'll show you what it is, let the anthem build
Shape shifter
Put the pedal to the metal and go
Melting, meltdown
While time is shifting
Transist, transform
Yielding, bending (out purposely)
While time is shifting
Two shapes they can't get straight
Get ready, get set, let's roll
Shape shifter
Come on man, you can't be real
I'll show you what it is, let the anthem build
Shape Shifter
If you want it, come and let me know
I'm right here, put the pedal to the metal and go
Shape shifter
Come on man, you can't be real
I'll show you what it is, let the anthem build
Shape shifter
Put the pedal to the metal and go
styles of beyond - spies like us
[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
(repeat 2X)
[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
styles of beyond - styles of beyond
(Break)
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...
(Ryu)
Tribal-style ritual
We dance around the totem
In a golden ring of fire
Bangin' on a war drum
Anthem of a shaman dominatin'
Peyote trance
Hopscotch the planet
Barefoot on the hot sand
I'm knee-deep in history
Mystery builds
Tryin' to find a
Style of Beyond secret to steal
But when the doors of perception are cleansed
Only then
Will the truth be revealed
Through an infrared lens
It's the same then as it is now
As it will be
I still be
The touch-tone number three
Letters on your flip-phone
D-E-F to my death
In the flesh
Vocal vacuum
Takin' your breath
Rest assured
When I get busy
There'll be nothin' left
Like a paycheck after taxes
Relay my message
Decay modems and faxes
Internet death
Go to battle swingin' my axes
Cut you in step
Escapin' through secret hatches
Tunnel rats rummage through the ashes
Of what rap was
Before you trapped it
Locked in a box 'bout as big as this room
But you can't keep hip-hop captive
Uh-uh
(Break)
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...
(Takbir)
Hey, yo--ring of fire ritual
Bellydance swing
Cyberspace visual
Galactic Apache
Salman evaded
While you groovin' at the disco
See what's really crackin' like Nabisco
Powwow
Festival of flows
By the S.o.B. assassins
Rain-tribe
Thunderclouds crashin'
Cosmic
Tomahawks dawn
For my tribal renaissance
And ceremony that's catered to the art
The origin of underground sounds
Bein' brought up to the surface
Auditory preachers of a serpent
Cathedral
Draws from Milan
Around a golden-arc steeple
For days
Givin' praise
To the people
Caught up in a circle for the trance
We .... detour
Where the .... is
And now they go and dose
Insomniac sleeper
Injectin' my syringe
Directly through the speaker
(Break)
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...
(Takbir)
Hi
It's like a rhymin' time machine
Move through melodies
Lightfoot
Rhythmic MCs
So let it be
Crossbow
Triggered the lost low
A Cherokee on a quest
Against archrival
Nemesis
(Ryu)
Ceremonial headdress
Got you wide open like the dentist
Say "Aaahhh"
My sentence got you punks
Jumpin' fences
Ha--without a weapon
You're defenseless
Comin' out the trenches
With hatchets and
Musical monkey wrenches
(Takbir)
Yeah
Yo, all we wanna do
Is make your neck snap
Takbir and Ryu
With Rhettmatic on the track
Energetic act
To keep the club packed
Just havin' fun
When we rappin'
(Ryu)
Flow another optic explosion
Amplified junkie of a
Breakbeat chosen
Monkey .... pumpin' style
Out for justice
Competition frozen
Lash out in a ....
Motion sickness
Ocean of a school of
Vicious fishes
Half-staff flag for your caviar
Wishes on a ....
Straight from the starship
2000 prophets
Drop it
Hot topic flow for discussion
(Takbir)
Man, you all ain't knowin'
How we bustin'
Reignin' on the average everday chump
Crushin'
Year 2000
2000
(Ryu)
Say what?
(Break)
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...
styles of beyond - subculture
[Intro]
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-assed 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 killer venom attachments
Action the words rip, quick draw fastest
Flat leather attack men are back in the wounded
Swooped down for 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
Takin' back 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 nobody 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 nobody 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 miss of peace 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 through the rank came the rule of pain
Through the vein of the lunar slang thinkin of sure things
People are strange, they got me wonderin' why
You want fame make a record that somebody actually buys
The clique nobody rips, nobody gets
not even a half a second to block my rock karate-kicks!
Chop suey, duck phooey, sharpen my chop sticks
and when you get trouble and they double as lock-picks!
[Chorus]
Get ready for the ride where nobody 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 nobody 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
[Outro]
styles of beyond - superstars
[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]
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