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Nine Thou (Superstars Remix)
Styles of Beyond
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Hey yo first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Styles Bax better and break down
From the beat and the wild tone, jump in the cyclone
Of Styles, yes I know
We're the ... team, maxime....
Put 'em up, what the fuck
Beyond Stuff they can't breathe
Off the wall spitting, nigga we're in the tag-team
Nine What's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathe
Yo! you know the routine, the demon effect
Thou Please, dont step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's
Superstars The more beef the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep together
Remix 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
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?
Hold it down, never give in
Styles having your limbs
Or weather you want it to end
Alle Dirty m'again, I burn him again
05 serving them sins
Styles Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
Of I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers & fin's
Beyond C'mon, yo! I got a wack style
... the offspring and joke with 'em
Nine The distort ... stream
Who am I? ... relate who and I
Cruising your bed, how to live .... in july
Thou Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, west soldiers, we drop some
Superstars We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate
Remix Blast from both angles, a bulldog saint
So, get up get up and let the sound hit ya
Snap the ... style picture uh!
Who the fuck upon a shellfish
In any your style playing the blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap and 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
Alle Get it? I'm sick with it, when i spit the venom
Styles and it drip's up in 'em and it get's the women in a quick dilemma
Of We can settle it now, and i don't kno who did it but they said it was styles
Click, pow, nine thou, what? just what i thought what's up now
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