nine thou

• prison break adli dizinin soundtrack'leri arasindadir. styles of beyond'in parcasidir...
  
  sozlerini de yazayim tam olsun...
  
  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
  
  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
  
  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
  
  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]
  
  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
  
  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