Letra de Nine thou (superstars remix)

Verse 1

Hey yo first things first
It´s time to shake ground in the eighth round
Box battle & break down
From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone
S t yles, yes yes I know
Red beam, maxine
Pack red beam
Put ´em up,
You plucked a bad seed
Off the wall spitting, in the gorilla tag-team
What´s up now? duck down, stuff they can´t breathe
Yo! you kno 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
What not, we got so much street credit, the rookie police let us
Now that´s foolish, cuz we don´t 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, watch your battleship get sunk down
Click(click), pow(pow), nine(nine) thou(thou), what?
Just what I thought, what´s up now? huh(2nd time)

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, turbulent wind
Hoped´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
Pivot the offspring & joke with ´em
The distorted guitar stream
Who am I? russian roulette, komoti
Cruising your bed, hotter than qubec in july
Area 51, stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, s o b, drop some
Were the kids in the hall, with the new lactate
Blast from both angles, a boondock saint
So, get up get up & let the sound hit ya
Snap this audio-style picture uh!

(Repeat chorus)

Verse 3

Who the hell is spliting the belly of a shellfish
Chilling your style playing the fell blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games
But it´s a **** the styles get´n into your face
Yo! what kind of stuff is he drawn
Really it´s styles, c´mon punk shove off
You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain
Triped over your lip to dispossess o b game
What´s with this chilling eating kibbles´n bits
There aint enough street talking 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
Click, pow, nine thou, what? just what I thought what´s up now?hu

Click, pow nine thou, what? just what I thought what´s up now? hu (x2)