Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Superstars , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Megadef, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2003
Record label: Spytech
Song language: English
Superstars |
| 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 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |