Styles of Beyond

Grant Mohrman

Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman Superstars Remix)

Rock

Packed red beam, put 'em up (what the fuck?)

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 (uh)

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

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?

Hold it down, never give in, styles ever get limbs

Or whether you want it to end, dirty syringe

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)

Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in July

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

Huh, 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

C'mon punk fuck off, you really gotta be gone

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 in the globe I can't fig, get it?

And it drips up in 'em, and it gets the women in a

And I don't know who did it but they said it was styles

(What? Just what I thought, what's up now?)

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Hu
I'm like, "Hu-hu"
Hu
I'm like, "Hu-hu"

Hey yo, first things first
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 (uh)
The more beef the better; sound gay
But you all wanna sleep together, okay
In the club we gon' sneak Berettas
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

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?
Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) out (out)
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?

Hu
I'm like, "Hu-hu"

Hold it down, never give in, styles ever get limbs
Or whether you want it to end, dirty syringe
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, hu

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?
Click (click) pow (pow) knocked (knocked) out (out)
What? Just what I thought, what's up now?

Hu
I'm like, "Hu-hu"

Huh, 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 in the globe I can't fig, get it?
I'm 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 don't know who did it but they said it was styles

(Click, pow, knocked out)
(What? Just what I thought, what's up now?)

Hu
I'm like, "Hu-hu"
Hu
I'm like, "Hu-hu"
Hu

(Click, pow, knocked out)
(What? Just what I thought, what's up now?)
I'm like, "Hu-hu"
(Click, pow, knocked out)
(What? Just what I thought, what's up now?)

I'm like, "Hu"

Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman Superstars Remix)

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