Hey yo first things first
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It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
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Styles Bax better and break down
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From the beat and the wild tone, jump in the cyclone
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Of Styles, yes I know
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We're the ... team, maxime....
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Put 'em up, what the fuck
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Beyond Stuff they can't breathe
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Off the wall spitting, nigga we're in the tag-team
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Nine What's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathe
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Yo! you know the routine, the demon effect
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Thou Please, dont step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's
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Superstars The more beef the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep together
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Remix Ok? in the club what a cheesy sweater
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Why not, we got so much street credit, the rookie police let us
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Now that's bull-ish, cuz we dont act sweet
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Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track meet
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[Chorus]:
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Keep it moving it's on now
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Making it punk rile
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Lyrics Shaking the funk rile
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Rip it apart style
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Fakin' the funk pal
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Lyric Dunk watch the punk
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What now, watch your battleship get sunk down
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Click, pow, nine thou, what?
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Just what i thought, what's up now?
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Hold it down, never give in
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Styles having your limbs
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Or weather you want it to end
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Alle Dirty m'again, I burn him again
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05 serving them sins
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Styles Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind
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Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin
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Of I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers & fin's
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Beyond C'mon, yo! I got a wack style
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... the offspring and joke with 'em
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Nine The distort ... stream
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Who am I? ... relate who and I
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Cruising your bed, how to live .... in july
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Thou Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live
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Here we go, west soldiers, we drop some
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Superstars We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate
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Remix Blast from both angles, a bulldog saint
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So, get up get up and let the sound hit ya
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Snap the ... style picture uh!
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[Chrous]
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Who the fuck upon a shellfish
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In any your style playing the blitz
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Drilling your brain, like rap and video-games
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Lyrics But it's a **** the styles get any of your fame
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Lyric Yo! what kind of stuff is he on
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Really its styles, c'mon punk shove off
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Liedertexte You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain
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Script over your lip to dispossess your ... game
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What's with this ... me kibbles n bits
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We're in the street ... the globe i can't fix
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Alle Get it? I'm sick with it, when i spit the venom
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Styles and it drip's up in 'em and it get's the women in a quick dilemma
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Of We can settle it now, and i don't kno who did it but they said it was styles Beyond
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[Chorus]
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Click, pow, nine thou, what?
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just what i thought what's up now
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Superstars
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| Styles of Beyond |
