Ai yo first things its first 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 You plucked a bad seed

Off the wall spittin the guerilla tag team

Whats up now duck down stuff that cant breathe

Yo you know the routine the team effect please

Dont step you wanna be one of my pet peeves

The more beef the better sound strange

But you all wanna creep together ok

In the club with a cheesy sweater

Why not We got so much street credit the rookie police let us

Now thats foolish cause we would act sweet

Cause I can run ten laps in a track meet

Keep it movin its 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 pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now

Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now

Hold it down never give in

Styles ever get limbs

Or whether you want it to end dirty magnine

I burn em again

Zero five serving them sins or 30 your friends get knocked out turbulent wind

Hopped out what you want take a look at my grin

Im a fish you can tell by the flippers or fins

Come on

Yo I got a rock style

Pivot the offspring and joke with em with a distorted gist off string

Who am I Rushin the leg can we talk

Pushin your bed hotter than Quebec in July

Area 51 stereo rive gun live

Here we go SOB 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 its a sonic style picture ah

Keep it movin its 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 pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now

Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now

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 brains

Yo what kind of stuff is he on

Really is styles really be on

Come on punk shove off You really gotta be gone

Ripped out of your brain

Script over your lip to dispossess your SOB games

Whats with this killin me kibbles n bits

Were in the street talkin the globe I cant fix Get it

Im sick with it when I spit the venom

And it drips up in em

And it gets the women in a

Quick dilemma We can settle it now

And I dont know who did it but they said it was styles

Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now

Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now

Click pow nine thou What Just what I thought whats up now