Lyrics Nine Thou - Styles of Beyond

Nine Thou

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
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, pow, nine thou, what?
Just what I thought, what’s up now?
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
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