Special Thanks to Rhymezilla, Adam Douglas (Hot Chocolate), Yann, acrobatastic88, megadef, & Cheapshot for all the lyrics! 

Styles Of Beyond (Style Warz)

[Break]
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...

Tribal-style ritual, we dance around the totem
In a golden ring of fire, bangin' on a war drum
Anthem of a shaman dominatin', Peyote trance
Hopscotch the planet, barefoot on the hot sand
I'm knee-deep in history, mystery builds
Tryin' to find a Style of Beyond secret to steal
But when the doors of perception are cleansed
Only then will the truth be revealed through an infrared lens
It's the same then as it is now as it will be
I still be the touch-tone number three
Letters on your flip-phone D-E-F to my death
In the flesh, vocal vacuum, takin' your breath
Rest assured When I get busy there'll be nothin' left
Like a paycheck after taxes relay my message
Decay modems and faxes, internet death
Go to battle swingin' my axes, cut you in step
Escapin' through secret hatches tunnel rats rummage
Through the ashes of what rap was before you trapped it
Locked in a box 'bout as big as this room
But you can't keep hip-hop captive

[Break]
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...

Hey, yo--ring of fire ritual, bellydance swing
Cyberspace visual galactic Apache
Somethin innovative while you groovin' at the disco
See what's really crackin' like Nabisco
Powwow, festival of flows by the S.O.B. assassins
Rain-tribe Thunderclouds crashin'
Cosmic tomahawks dawn for my tribal renaissance
And ceremony that's catered to the art
The origin of underground sounds bein' brought up to the surface
Auditory preachers of a serpent, Cathedral
Draws from Milan around a golden-arc steeple
For days, givin' praise to the people
Caught up in a circle for the trance
We showed a detour where the curry robe is
And now they go and dose, Insomniac sleeper
Injectin' my syringe directly through the speaker

[Break]
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...

It's like a rhymin' time machine, move through melodies
Lightfoot, rhythmic emcees so let it be
Crossbow, triggered the lost low
A Cherokee on a quest against archrival nemesis

Ceremonial headdress, got you wide open like the dentist
Say "Aaahhh", my sentence got you punks, jumpin' fences
Ha--without a weapon, you're defenseless
Comin' out the trenches with hatchets and musical monkey wrenches

Yo, all we wanna do is make your neck snap
Takbir and Ryu with Rhettmatic on the track
Energetic act to keep the club packed and
Just havin' fun when we rappin'

Flow another optic explosion, amplified junkie
Of a breakbeat chosen, monkey ? gate
Pumpin' style out for justice, competition frozen
Lash out in a pop lock motion sickness
Ocean of a school of vicious fishes
Half-staff flag for your caviar wishes on a pinetip
Straight from the starship, 2000 prophets
Drop it, Hot topic flow for discussion

Man, you all ain't knowin', how we bustin'
Reignin' on the average everday chump, crushin'
Year 2000

[Break]
Styles, styles, styles, styles, styles... Beyond...

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Hollograms

Chasin me - follow a visual mist
Imprint's a tiger fist, fly swift, attackin Kodak
So get your camera ready if you plan to catch a 'hollo-
-grammar' dope lyrical nut so suck and swallow
Borrow, a pencil and a sack of common sense
so you can take notes on how to flow dope and represent
Occupants in my space, bring it on, try to harm me
I grab a gun and start to unload like Finnish laundry
Terminology rips, like full clips through bullshit
Funk flips off the tongue, Ryu's on some pool shit
Bellyflops and whatnot, low audio sonar
Tractor beams pullin all dreams into the polar
Symetic solar systematically scramble thoughts
like eggs on Sunday morning, OJ and acid drops *drip drip drip*
Randomly rippin spots, spittin dope like freebasin
like an open invitation to come and kick it with Satan yo

[Chorus x2]
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram"

[Spaceboy Boogie X]
I'll rip the mask off the body - settin it off, commencin surgery
Perjury's a crime, and now you must, pay the penalty
I inject a deadly poison that sucks calcium out your teeth
Dryin out your bones, killin the fake - indentity

I, come! out of my shell, breaks loose the truth
Exploiting chemical reaction making contact with the youth
You are now left in front of a million sides claimin the truth
Choose your destiny but beware being guided by the fools
Youth will be dropped in front of you, many of you got shook
Two-timed topped for Tommy Hil', gettin played by Captain Hook
Look behind the books, and see the red eyes of demon
like semen travellin lost, searchin for the egg
Givin birth to an indentity, no heart and no brain
Travellin through a maze but never passed the third grade
Rolled the dice get a seven, now you move to next phase
Pressure's gettin kinda thick as you fall, into a fade
Breakin out in sweat, but the water evaporates
Rubbin your eyes not believin, what I demonstrate
Visual effects as well as comprehensional soundwaves
Blinded by the fact that you are now official contract slaves
Seein the light, you may be able to escape the grave
but the dice are in your hand, I be that invisible man
Holdin back the Guardian Angel that's tryin to help you stand
As you collapse you roll a two, that sends you two steps back
Blood drips out the guillotine as mental slaves are whacked
The last words you ever hear would be the knowledge that you lack..

[Chorus]
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram"
"The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy"
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram"
"The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy"

"Making fools.. understand" (2X)
"You.. could never .. apprehend a hologram"

Yo, tap the bottle twist the cap, drink it down to the Main Source
So watch how many people "Fake the Funk"
Categorized in the majority of punks who can't avoid
the false bash you get trapped in a slump
A fool's paradise, rockin mics, livin large
Cruisin through illusions, now peep the mirage
Imaginin the plaque the made of platinum when he's rappin'
But he don't know the facts in the game, now what happened
Identify the master of fraud, the unknown confess
Hittin holograms shown watch the mirror reflect
the Style of Beyond seal of official respect
The one.. two.. mic.. check..
The rhythm black hole, grapplin the souls of artificial
flows that decompose, cause it ain't really real
Reveal what's concealed, pop balloon headed egoes
Syringe deflates the mindstate below zero
Scales gettin tipped with overweight hot shit
Invisible em-bl-em shinin bright from my wrath
So open up the door and feel the blast
Cause too many rhyme, too many slide, too many pass

[Chorus x4]
"You could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram"

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Dangerous Minds

See, she got trapped from the rear, Tiger Chan and Takbir
Slap em down, make em drown, in the muddy water slaughter
You oughta be able to pick up your pen and defend
Cause if you can't, me and my friend, terrorizin all
Revoke all my actions and still won't fall
Stab you all like rag dolls - time for voodoo
See we can do what you do - change your smelly diapers filled with doo doo
Then toss them in the trash, then laugh (ha), you're weak
To Deac', your piece don't ever ever try to compete
I'm fat in cellulite, keep it discrete and delete
No longer will you exist in the war of the wack minds
Takbir, rollin on fools like Pathfinders
It's the grandmaster, who flash when I'm runnin
laps around those who can't adapt to fat sounds
Backgrounds and pots on stage is what you need and yo
Ryu, pass me the gauze to stop the bleeding
Jaycee got sick with the tracks, so I flip with the rap
Enough dope, to make the world's biggest triple beam collapse
Jump up and get jacked
Collide like an avalanche and a haystack
Stay back, the will of force is awesome
Tied em up to the pole with ropes and scorch em
Burnin with the flame and the match I aim
Shoot splat, uh oh, uh oh, what who's that?
Yeah Tak-Takbir, uh ah ah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..

"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate"
A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate
"Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate"
Suffocate the victim he's trapped with no escape

Yo, it's Tiger Chan from San Fernand'
Dolo trippin fat vocal code bring katanas to your throat
My persona is that of a Don Dadda, so I gotta
slay sixty-four suckers and bounce like an Impala
from the junkyard, scientifically pullin your trump card
Speak with RESPECT when you speak of the God
But yo bust it, I get up in asses like hand puppets
When Ryu bring da ruckus rappers start kickin the bucket
Tackle me who's the toughest, kid to get clowned
Rolled smoked and passed around Cuban imported Dutches
Lyrics servin me justice, plus it's payin my bills
Step up and get swept up like kitchen spills
By the man who got more skills than Tupac got mills
in a shoebox, BANGIN S.O.B. out your boombox

Fucker!
Hahhah, so what happened?

Actin like a G, but your name ain't Julio
Messin with my Dangerous Mind like you was Coolio
Michelle Pfeiffer, I keep it hyper like a sniper
Buckin in plain view, my fangs bare like a viper
Step into my cypher son and get tagged
Around the toe MC RahRah now you John Doe

"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me"
Strictly with the rhymes, Dangerous Minds is risky
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me"
Whiskey in the brain keep me from goin insane
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me"
Tipsier than hippie hallucigenic semantics
"I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me"
It ain't nuttin but some ol' Tiger Tiger Tiger Chan shit.

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Spies Like Us

Yo.. yeah..
So I slid behind the van, ran down the hill quick
Knight Rider episode callin KITT
Talkin telecom through a channel on my wrist
S.O.S. bein sent, (fuck) the superhero (shit)
In and out of phone booths, kryptonite
Whistle for a taxi beneath the street light
Pick me up, drop me off two blocks from the site
And make sure nobody knows about the secret uh-ahh uh-ahh
Beware the spy brought binoculars
Got a strange feelin cause I know somebody's watchin us
They're comin for my music
But they can't hack it, so I'm jettin through the streets
attractive, with the key in the black book of matches
Floatin past pedestrians, cross over the bridge
Got, major with new flavor and brought it to North Ridge
But, everybody wraps like a toga
So I took the subway to the city of Kinnoga
Build a foundation to resist the mainstream
S.O.B., three lethal weapons all on the same team
Spread it rapidly like a sonic gangrene
Hangin portraits of the pitiful, so punk say cheese
Pack the briefcase with explosives
Walkie-talkie signal causin all types of commotion
I'm still bein followed
No choice but to rocket like the 13th Apollo
and dissapear into the smoke, inside a genie bottle
Got me caught up with Dr. Jekyll lookin for Mr. Rhymer
True, radios green for the spies

[Chorus x2]
Spies like us see everything you do
Every move you make, every last clue
All the mistakes and all the check one two's
Locked in a briefcase of the S.O.B. crew

You know me by my alias, Tiger Trenchcoat Chan
Mr. Incognito with the microphone can
Place and date of birth unknown, tappin phonelines
Plantin bugs in your stereo box when you ain't home
Trackin my assailants with my high tech surveillance
Night vision goggles with the poison dart impalements
Secret artist sabotage cause train derailments
Styles of Beyond recon, with deadly ailments
Yo - even my wife don't know my double life
Double low on the mic, out of mind, out of sight
Usin night as a cloak cause I walk my dog dope
Peepin you, like a naked bitch on my telescope
Runnin through the thick smoke, slipped and broke your back
on the oil slick track that lay just like a nympho
Collectin clues and info, keep tabs on crews who choose
To pose and rock dues in Range Rover rentals
Manipulate your pad and pencil
to instigate a cold war over instrumentals
Evacuate, ID their bodies by their dental
Let the record show the victim died by deadly flows afflicted to the mental
Depicted in the scene, it's the undercover team
Kickin fools like Kung-Fu, Jeru, and Carradine

All up my sleeves in my rhymin fatigues, the party starts
with a magnifying glass scope and chop the body parts
Who's responsible? (Disguisin y'all constable)
Drape the yellow tape around the body, front page, 2nd article
Obituaries filled with suckers with no skill
In the line of duty hitmen for hire, yo what's the deal?
For real, gag his throat, slap him if he squeals
9-1-3-0-6 information gets revealed
Bloody Mary holiday, flashback, remember this evidence
clearly show you trespass the premises
(Spies on the case)
You heard my name but you can't match the face
From out the shadows ha ha nobody's safe ha ha
Kill em all ha ha without a trace, cash double-oh

[Emcee 007]
Fourth and inches off the benches in comes the crowd favorite
Jaded, 007 the special agent
Radiant, triple X flexin with heat
Break necks of those who sweat thou and try to compete
Elite, for this moment in time, I steal the sunshine
and spit flames at any MC who try to take mine
The eighth sign apocalyptic, lyrically gifted
The final move you make is made against the mystic
The swiftest, always prevail, the human 3rd rail
I exhale the smoke from molotov cocktails
Propel the power conduct, uhh, I bring the ruck
What the (fuck)? Ten seconds, this track self destructs

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Muuvon

[Chorus x2]
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin, and move on

Yo gimme some of that. some what? Some that
over there, yeah who? Takbir
The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough
Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up

With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux
in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn
in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees
with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle

When it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grab
Pissed off enough, with no other way to react
Another sense rap said to block the thought process
Dressin the bid on my concious

Complex, gotta get ancient, my game face, in the same place
Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate
Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase
Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill chain space

Just keep pacin, and move on..
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week

Besides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep
with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat
We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes
that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a (fuck)
These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks

That's a little too much, to even toss in the back
especially when you broke, livin off the scratch
You see it all comes down to the love for music
Short fuse, determinin how well we use it

Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon
of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms
Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust
to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush

Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched
Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush
To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style
War trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just

[Chorus x2]
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin, and move on

Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound
Droppin it with every thought while my actions tango
Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic
Dancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got it
My ? allowed knows how we get down
To these audio effects burn a hole in the ground
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week
With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
I got a, million and one things to do in the week

Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep
Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat
Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete
Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps

Ryu (Takbir)
What the plan - (what the deal)
If I can - (then I will)
Flowin like grass with the mass appeal

What the plan - (I'ma chill)
Why man, you feelin ill?
Stop actin like a (bitch) and take an Advil

(It's a plan)
Yo man, you goin out or what?
(Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck)

[Chorus x4]
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin, and move on

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Easy Back It Up

It was 11:33, just wakin up to write
Got plans to meet my man at the jam tonight
Got a call from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak'?"
Yo my car broke down, meet me at the bus stop
"What time?" About five, I'll be ready when I'm done
4:22, turn twenty-one, so you know
Threw on my shades to block the rays from the sun
I stepped out the door and now my day's begun
So I'm walkin down the block, think about that girl Britney
Knowin that I'm goin to the club to get tipsy
If I step out of line, would she soon forget me
I don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippie
Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda
Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner
Yo I hear the horn blowin from these girls behind us
I turned around to look and they got all obnoxious
They recognize the face, "Can we get your autograph?"
Yo I turned back to Ryu and we started to laugh
"We got a show to do tonight," that's what I yelled out the window
They pulled up on the side, with a pen and pad for info
One had pretty eyes, with the buttermilk complexion
So I ran it down the line with the directions, yo..

[Chorus]
Everytime we got a jam to make
We make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place
It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate
(What what what what?)
Put the needle on the plate
(uhh.. uhh..)
Put the needle on the plate
(yeah UH)

[Repeat x 3]
"Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"

Steppin out in style, three dimensional light beams
Knight Queens and Club Kings swingin hype cling
Trippin over bottles of Moet on my way to the dancefloor
Pan-thers, freakin my folklore
My bloody roar buddy deplore cunning game to transform
and trap a dame flat in nine seconds we take aim
Change to battle beast, that'll cease, any attempt
in petty offensive diss to my click
We move quick, you might not even recognize my presence
Thirty second assassination sedation weapon
Step into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot me
Because I'm well known at the spot, they call me roofies
Hittin hard rocks when I travel through veins
and wake up in three days not remeberin thangs
The reign of the poetry prince of darkness the martian
Stompin, from California to Boston, Lost in Space
so take caution, face the facts, harken
Eagle talon attack, pack it up often
Audio abortion, distortion offense
Corporate, decaptitated three-headed horsemen
Shredded portions of serial murder endorsement
Course across clubs and fold my armed forces

[Chorus]
Everytime we got a jam to make
we make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
Once the vibe is straight, we packin the place
It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the plate
(What what what what?)
Put the needle on the plate
(uhh.. uhh..)
Put the needle on the plate
(yeah UH)

[Cut and Scratched]
"Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up"

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Survival Tactics

Point missed, lesson learned by way the table tops turned
To my concern, you failed to practice, survival tactics & got burned
In one ear & out the back of my impact year
To boost your self-esteem & camoflauge your wack career
Got yourself the flops & flossin but you forget
That your one hit aint feedin them 5 babies n' shit
Keep the fat rat rich & he'll backflip
Bending over wack words, like you expect, I got you facin backwards
Right back where you started, cold, gettin retarded
Thinkin back, bustin' for nothin but table scraps
Fish all that, we're on a fully loaded expedition
For suckers actin shifty like a manual transmission
Ammunition comes in a black cloak
Sneak up on em, let the suckers fly once, then I snap his throat
The infamous, Los Angeles, lyricist
San Fernando Val, Southern Cal when they experience it

[Chorus x2]
Here it comes, some survival tactics
We keep it movin in the place, aint no time for practice
That's how we do make the crowd shout is all that counts
And all amounts, gettin love, makin heads bounce
Survival Tactics

Now, whether you like it or not, we still arrive
Bright and early up in yo' face with somethin live
Spinnin on the kerosil but fail to realize
I'm the supreme energizer no (yeah) rhyme state
Nothin but a circus with a flying trapeze of emcees
Not to talk shit but man please
Headquarters units alarm, Styles of Beyond
Comin through military troops to bring battles call
A roadmap to the island of survival
Wallow at the kids that love to do what I do
Bleach'll make you jump & get rediculous
Prepain for the ride, grab my popcorn & licorice
Chill, have a seat, get a drink, maybe watch
But if it ain't the real, second thought maybe not
This'll make the time for when it's really time to drop
Collect the Navy Seals, scuba dive for hip hop (hip hop)

[Chorus x2]
Here it comes, some survival tactics
We keep it movin in the place, aint no time for practice
That's how we do make the crowd shout is all that counts
And all amounts, gettin love, makin heads bounce
Survival Tactics

What goes up must come down, gravity kills
But tragically emcees got more egos than skills
Watch your back whip the carseat with a closed fist
Cause it's survival of the fit man, even the strong get dissed

So now we drop down, parachutes, backtrack it slow
Through the roof, survival tactics on the loose
Secret agent combination, junkyard, daily route
Sell the star ranks, snatchin piggy banks that escape
Load the armored tank with the ammo & the ratchets
Man, you know the time (what's the time?), time for action

What's the reaction, keep a close caption
Collapsin emcees, wanna be stuck on something like Michael Jackson
Within a split second of a fraction, Ryu's attackin
With the first of a strapped regiment assassin

[Chorus x3]
Here it comes, some survival tactics
We keep it movin in the place, aint no time for practice
That's how we do make the crowd shout is all that counts
And all amounts, gettin love, makin heads bounce
Survival Tactics

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Part II (Endangered)

STOP! Man whatchu gonna do now?

Now I'ma break it down just to tell a little story
Straight off the top, with no specific category
Welcome to another rendition of what we call freefall
About time, we decide to ball
With the mind of a junkyard hog ready to brawl
Witcha hype man, retrievin the mysterious mic stand

Yo, murderin the first 12 Monkeys in a face-off the top
Flip my claws out, fangs for bloody thirst
The curse of a person conversin in tongues for funds
Punchlines like loaded nines won't survive in my dimension
Divide the sector seven into pie graph
Twenty-five percent passed, ten percent dissed, the other half
Talk fast and don't say shit like deaf mutes
My def boots, trample on troops, samples applied, wire detonate
Mic fires in Beirut, cards of the same suit
A half deck, catchin half wreck, that was your last bet

[Chorus]
Now, whether you like it or not, we still arrive
Bright and early up in yo' face with somethin live
The crew that makes you wake up, stop and peep notice..
Notice.. "Open your eyes and try to focus"

I think it's time to wake up (for what) to hear the dope stuff
You know the stuff that Ryu and Tak' drop on the hush
The sound that people wanna pound but don't touch
We slow the platoons like water balloons in a bunch
We oughta resume to crunch your half rhyme pasttime
Call out fakes, see me at the bank in the cash line
Not a greedy pig, but indeed he did do (what was that?)
Tried to get cold, when I'm an igloo

Don't you know what you got into, into got you what?
No you don't, attack this with bass-ackwards tactics
will get you on my blacklist, quick-er
Than you can pass or flip the flea flicker
Run the hundred yard dash, pass Flash Gordon
Flippin the bird, trippin over tongue tied words

Yeah these unsigned nerds, stuck with a memo on the back
Floodin the underground with weak demos on wax
(Like that?) Like that, and that's the way it'll be
Cause when my empire strikes back vigorously

Here comes the crew that makes you wake up, stop and peep notice..

Endangered x4

Aiyyo, is that your bag, I'll help you pack it
Cause that's the, last time you steppin to Cali kickin some wack shit
Feel the wrath of Iron Patrick, rippin apart
your poetry thoughts, w-dots, ? bought boxes
of cheap art and stolen parts from the chop shop
Used to be hip-hop, converted to a drop top

Hah, no longer legit for hopscotch, the oil gauge
key to ignite drips the plot
Stuck in the service shop, we heard a lot of same stuff played
Quick to identify like a friendly game of charades

So whatcha whatcha want?

Endangered x5

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2000 Fold

Welcome...

It's time unravel the plot, unlock the safe,
Searchlight, binocular spot, commposite sketch phase
Tryin to apprehend the suspect beyond typical flow
Black and white cam, elevator, surveillance photo
Freeze frame, still shot that skill spot
Ryu in the post office, FBI's most A-T-I mascot
No charge penning for climbing the climate wall
I'm the communist, monuments on the conquest to crawl
Through the barbed wire fences and motion censor detectors
Code within my sentence that cracks foreign defenses
Mention my name to no one, let's keep it top secret
Classify my digital mind so you can't peep it

It's a mystery unable to explain but strange
How we connect from two complete different sides of the terrain
2000 Fold, Sean Connery code name
No mysterious chemistry overcame
So while the beat bangs everybody's doin' the same
Spittin out repetitious bull crap that you thought wouldn't change

Retracin' my tracks back to my birthplace
A hollogram, seein' things never there in the first place
Chase my image like a figment & fantasy, What you tellin' me?
Evertime I rhyme I chalk up another felony
The last action hero on the planet evidently
When they ask who's Tiger Chan act like you never met me

[Chorus x2]
This ain't your average everyday rap song
We ain't the average group cause our 'styles beyond'
So, how we keep it strong's a mystery unsolved
Nobody knows, 2000 (2000) Fold

Ayo, 2000 fold, everybody's still searchin'
Lookin' for that voice that they never heard in person
Radio in-tennas and television screens
Attractin' this signal that's universally recieved
Styles of Beyond, the normal type of flow
The ones that discover the way to hype the show
With the uh ah (haha) Oh my god the real came back
Two of the most incredible ever on the same track

Code red operation that we're takin' back hip hop
Dead or alive behind enemy lines hear the pen drop
The album 2000 aftermath, rock the cashba
Wearin' a meat necklace, two steps from hungry jaguars
Wreck a track faster than nascars in black
Snatchin' hip hop tonight and you ain't takin' it back
Thought you had it stashed like a nine milli financial weapon
Now it's time for the S-O-B and nine thousand is steppin'

Travelin' slowly through every channel and laboratory samples
Now a national geographical panoramic anthem
Exposed as one of the seven gases
No evidence 'shown' but now the 'globe' is full of ashes
We just some auditory creatures, creepin' out your speakers
Delinquents usually understand it's frequent
'The Mighty Bostone' relatin the mor-se code
Exchangin the body suits of our clones
Yeah...

Welcome...

Yo, you gotta mic but your time won't last
Cause when we in the ring, everything moves fast
And we takin' care of biz in this hip hop show
If you in the front row then you might just know
So what's the crew? S-O-B that's the click I'm from
Bottom line either get down or get done

Ayo, this just in, at five foot ten, mysterious african
Slight build, bottled with nice skills
Over by the ledge, brief case, twistin his dreds
Developin' a way to repel against the commonheads
All in the favor of the S-O-B
Get yo ass to the store, purchase the CD

As we close the first chapter in the book of mystery
All that's left is a three minute and changed legacy
Subconciously stained styles on your memory
Releasin' all the primal first century tendencies on my enemies
Got you on candid camera through my gamma vision glasses
Starin' at drops quick as clocks ticks, time passes
Tide rips, one wrecks the other destroys
Now the two deadliest warheads have been employed

[Chorus x3]
This ain't your average everyday rap song
We ain't the average group cause our 'styles beyond'
So, how we keep it strong's a mystery unsolved
Nobody knows, 2000 (2000) Fold

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Megadef

Verse 1 (Ryu)

Welcome to the Megadef
Step at your own risk
Seven bucks a pop
You fucking with known pimps
The real no nonsense
Click conquer and kill
Uh, I’m so swass
It hurts to piss
You ain’t shit but you talk it
Off my deals
And cook six inch sausage
Open your grill
I get crazy jockage
Thanks a mil
You got the whole world hooked on some wake up pills
Bitch
Shoot to kill
My nukes are too clean
If you only knew what they do to mc’s
Yo that’s me with the Cuban links
You can’t afford cause your motherfucking music stinks
Bling Bling just to piss you off
And make you url
I’m sippin’ Don P. with some naked girls
On three get your clicked rushed
Fucking with us
Now who you calling a bitch
With your balls and dick tucked

Chorus
*scratches*
In the land of Megadef it’s over
Big trunk full of shit
Blow the globe up
Started from the S.O.B.
Never get sober
Hell of a steam roller

Verse 2 (Tak)

Yo
Back to basics now
818 crown
Yeah the same style that’s slayin’ face down
With the record that’ll
Splatter you quicker then six paint guns
Straight for the jugular
Where you suckers can take one
Megadef
Yes, we hella fresh but
Never forget where the fuck we came from
The raw shit gutter and clap guns together
We rush whenever the mic is touched
What
This is how it is
So watch me handle my biz
As I bubble and fizz
Don’t want no trouble with kids
Put ‘em up quick
Crush reload it’s off safety
I’ma bust flows
Who knows and toss greatly
Huh
You can’t shake me
What you think
You’re too flaky
And flimsy
To trust the fake
So hear we go now
Megadef
S-T-Y-L-E-S
Check on the low down
One of the best yet
One, two
Where they at
You suckers playin the back
What’s new is now old pal
Runnin’ the rap
Here we go now
Megadef
S-T-Y-L-E-S
Check on the low down
One of the best yet
One, two
Where they at
You suckers playing the back
What’s new is now old pal
Running the rap
Come on

Chorus

Repeat x2
Megadef
Huh
Buck the system!!!!

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Mr. Brown

Verse 1 (Tak)

(Shout out my name, you bitch)
Oh, yeah, who wanna rip with Styles?
The whole place on the look out for Mr. Brown
We got plenty of clues and forensic files
Plus, areas cool so we trip for miles
It's (Mister Brown!)
Yeah, you know the drill
Never holdin' em still
Roll 'em over the hill just slide
Close 'em out and open the blinds
Clip the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) they here me callin'
Shoutin' out my name I'm playin' this in the Walkman.

Verse 2 (Ryu)

Aiyo, Crash the gates
Aiyo, Pack the place up
Break stuff, takin' all the paper
I'mmma stay laced up
Keep a shank tucked, take a pay cut
Even let you keep the dang pay stub (Really?)
Say somethin' punk, what?
Put away the blank gun
Fakes wanna talk about bank, but they make none
Live from the sweat box
Sucka know the props up, pop some
Lookin' for the foxhunt, peace.

Chorus x 2
"Bust shots, full clip one up in the chamber, Danger!
You know how we comin'
Rock forty inch cables
What is really with that though
Dick Blower"

Verse 3 (Ryu)

Yo, the joke's over
Slap the bloke sober(Uh)
Catch a forty caliber case of glaucoma
Rider's like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona
Big trunk full of shit, blow the globe up
So what, nobody knows us got no love
Pop six, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit, by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
And won't get caught killin' today baby, cause I'm a thug

Verse 4 (Tak)

Bottles of bear on the land of five horses
Man who wasn't there like Billy Bob Thornton
Crush-crew landin' in steppin in to the scene
Fertilize newborns a Requiem for A Dream
It's (Mister Brown) legendary assignment (hah!)
Search lights hover but can't seem to find him
Track down whatever you can in the mist
In this case it's the strictly the hand over fist
So (What?) keep your eyes peeled, post and look
Fresh, like Mammoth and Idea, hope to hook.

Verse 5 (Ryu)

Aiyo what's up, takin' the blows
Plus Jack, whoever want it with us get slapped up (Uh)
Let it be known, Mr. Brown got somethin' to bust
The blue steel touchin' his nuts
The pump got a sick mind of it's own (Oh)
Crackin' the globe like the edible egg
A nuclear rap bazooka with incredible aim
Who can you blame, I'm a troop cooped in a cage
And it's a thin line between a chipped tooth and a fang, come on.
(You guy's goin' to get liquor?)

Verse 6 (Tak)

Yo, it's just one of those things (Yeah)
Where you wanna ride but it just don't swing (What?)
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang(Ha)
Oh, you've got that new shit that still sounds played
Yo, it's just one of those things (Yeah)
Where you wanna ride but it just don't swing (What?)
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang(Ha)
Oh, you've got that new shit that still sounds played

Chorus

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You Lose

Verse 1 (Tak)

Ha
Shake
Move
Hello how you doing
It’s nice to meet you
To ruin the space that you continue
To take in this music
I’ma move in your space and snake the pawn
And crown myslf the Don
Of a bass and bomb
Uh
Keep calm
The wrath of retards
Is the fast recharge
The last unique form
The walls you put up
That had to be return
When I told Cheapshot to stab the begone

Verse 2 (Ryu)

Yo
You know it’s on
You can check my grin
Every songs got bumps like infected skin’
I don’t got big trucks with expensive rims
I got five bucks till my check comes in
I can show you real quick what offensive is
Touch my fat and beg till you suck my tits
In the front row pissing on a bunch of kids
You better damn well know who the fuck this is

Chorus
Oh no
No no no no
Roll out
Let’s go
Got my smokes and my liquor
Don’t think that we won’t get you
One day real soon
You’ll be looking around like who knew
Then we come out quick and boom boom
We win
You lose

Verse 3 (Ryu)

Yo
Megadef
Uh
Buck the system
My shit knocks like a busted piston
Double fisted
Piece of cake
My click hold more liquid then a freaking lake
Hit my cell
You can meet your fate
What’s up
Hell is hot
And the pizza’s great
Who the balls out camp bang and stay home with
Woooo
Ryu and Tak, Cheapshot you know this

Verse 4 (Tak)

She had the
Skin of a cashew
Tall physique
She spoke greek
With a low key
Tone that grabs you
Ripe to pick once
Lips type to kiss
But
She’s outta my league
Well life’s a huh
Still I’m on the hunt
Looking for whoever to kill
Must’ve see at least a hundred like Cruella Deville
So when I’m in the joint
Packing a beretta to chill
I’m just acting
Money’s what I get for the thrill
Yeah

Chorus


Verse 5 (Tak)

Watch the edge
Two shots of vodka
Said I look much different
Since I chopped the dreads
Cool
Now I’m in disguise
With a hat to the side
You can’t catch me
Ooops
Look beware of the line
I’m so sassy
Slap a tab on the plastic
Till I puke
And ride shotgun in a taxi
Oh
In the land of Megadef
It’s over
Never get sober
Hell of a steamroller

Verse 6 (Ryu)

Yo
The doors open
Be my guest
Ugh
You know it’s hot
You can see my breath
In the summer the sun’s up
The gun becomes us
What
You know my name
Tiger Chan you numb nuts
Got the props and the kicks to match
Off my dick for once let me itch my sack
Go to war with the Irish
Wish you did
I’ll tell your whole fanbase what a bitch you is

Chorus

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Pay Me

Verse 1 (Tak)

Yeah
Uh huh
I remember forever
What I would do to get better
When I was cruising Winnetka
That’s when the crew was together
We use the music to severe ties
For the people in disguise
Nevermind never stop
Never look back doe
Just keep on going right
So that’s what I did
When I got up in the crib
Just writing, split my wig
Hmmm
Can’t even think, got a block, I’m stuck
So I had to turn around and dig
Reach, reach
Pull out something
I don’t even know why the beat keep bumping
Round and round we go
Pound the ground below
Sound of every function
Here it is
Turn it up
That’s what I like
When I’m on stage live
And rap in the mic
And the people in the front
When they clap when you hype
And those that smoke
When packing the pipe
That’s tight
Aight so
Never know when you might just blow
So I had to put it down in a song
With Styles of Beyond
And that’s how the night goes
Uh

Chorus (4-Zone and Ryu)

You want that shit but not for free
We don’t checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can’t come up with it
I can’t make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It’s all your fault
I’ll make you pay you gotta
Problem with the sound now
Fuck you pay me
I’ma put you underground now
Fuck you pay me
If the club burn down mother
Fuck you pay me
Ten bucks a thirty thou now
Fuck you pay me

Verse 2 (Ryu)

You want it free
I don’t agree
I’m not a rookie now
So fuck your benefit show
If you getting thirty thou
This ain’t a song about
A pimp and a ho it’s about
Getting what’s owed
And putting food in your mouth
Check it out
Shit don’t quit
When the clock is off
Get my chips
Dawn and dark
Get dough all day
Whether right or wrong gotta
Gotta get paid like a normal job
Eh, no checks no cash
No risk, no tax
Okay let’s go we got
Promoters so demonic
Don’t wanna blow no chronic
I’m about to fucking vomit
Eh, eh you wanna free Mumia then fine
But not on my time punk
You gotta be out your mind
I’m bringing all the heads
And watch the crowds
Hands up amd they screaming out
Styles, Styles, Styles

Chorus (4-Zone and Tak)

You want that shit but not for free
We don’t checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can’t come up with it
I can’t make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It’s all your fault
I’ll make you pay you gotta
When you’ve been around in a while
But you ain’t getting paid
And people bite your style
You want that shit but not for free
You wanna get a check with no respect
And all they do is smile
We don’t take checks or property
When you give it up
Say what the fuck and change the radio dial
So pop that mess but not with me
When I’m finally getting paid
And I’m up in the game
And that’s what made me go wild
Unless you got that proper fee

Verse 3 (4-Zone)

I feed you
See what’s the difference
Hear fist to bone
Today’s topic
Fake ass
Pimps shoulda say
Niggas who think they
Better things
Butter things
She say she say huh
Player your mising
Upon another horizon
Choking on your pre paid Verizon
High as a kite
Trying to pimp hoes
But you ain’t gaming them right
I’d be the first to say
I ain’t pimping
Just got a little juice dripping.
Come through for occasional hitting
Then leave with no bullshitting
Cause it makes no sense to me
When you make up fantasies
First thing
Gotta get a notch on your side now bum
Cigarette burns on a thigh’s weak end?
All good ain’t gold
All gold ain’t good
Better get it right
All ya’ll ain’t paying
Just sitting by the phone late at night

Chorus (4-Zone)

You want that shit but not for free
We don’t checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can’t come up with it
I can’t make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It’s all your fault
I’ll make you pay you gotta

Outro (Jay Perez)

Oh hey guys what’s up
This is Jay Perez
I organize events
I’m putting together a benefit show
We’re trying to get helmets for needy head spinners
And on the helmets we’re gonna do murals that proclaim the power of hip hop
So I want you guys to do the show
Um
We’re not gonna pay you
But it’s gonna be for a good cause
These kids need these helmets
Dope Dope
Hello?
Is anyone there?
(Dial tone)

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Outta Control

Verse 1 (Ryu)

Yo, takin the game back
Point blank, aim gats
We both dope, from the same cocaine sack
Laugh with no pain, we never go glitzy
Pop-thug, my necklace dangle my M60
Outta control now, half of the globe
Rappers reek of wackness cover your nose
So take your weeks of practice back and
Freak your flow and that geeky accent, Callin' all freaks
That's what you get, get, got it good
Yo Cheap, we got a smash hit knock on wood
That's it put your hands up(Uh), they can't stand us
Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon
Push 'em over the cliff you nutty as squirrel shit
Thinkin' your so sick, but I carry a cure, bitch
Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and flow
Now who want it with the S.O.B., Let's go

Chorus

Stand up(Come on) And if you like it say(Uh!)
You like it say(Well!)
You love it say(Yeeah!)
So get up, and if it's hype say(Oh)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control
Hands up(Come On) And if you like it say(Hah)
You like it say(Whoa!)
You love it say(Awesome!)
So, get up, and if it's hype say(Oh my God!)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control

Verse 2 (Tak)
Yo, wakin' up early goin' to work is a joke
So deep with no sleep, it hurts when you don't
So I picked up a pen and scored a couple of quotes
While I dream, and heard 'em over your host no esteem, like
It's all murder, recite the right words
The fight, I might serve, your mic and vice-versa.
Spillin' my ink on a piece of paper
Slowly I sink I'm a freak of nature
So I step it up now, outta control
About to explode, I'm in the house countin' my dough
Bounce and I roll, pick up a half ounce of the dro'
Sike, you don't even smoke punk
Your stuck in the strobe light
Back to the beginning with scar tissue and celibate thoughts
I'm in the dark with artificial intelligence
Never before seen it's the untold legacy
Rippin' it, tearin' the mics up, stash the weaponry

Chorus

Stand up(Come on) And if you like it say(Uh!)
You like it say(Mmmm!)
You love it say(Yeeah!)
So get up, and if it's hype say(Well)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control
Hands up(Come On) And if you like it say(Yeeah!)
You like it say(Oh!)
You love it say(Aaah)
So, get up, and if it's hype say(Oh!)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control

Verse 3 (Ryu)

Yo, I still fade 'em rep L.A.
West up till death but I'm a New York native
818 rock out of control, we so fresh you know
No one accept us runs the West Coast
You're best to mind your biz and stay useless
I'mma take a swing at your brain and Babe Ruth it
Ruthless gangster, definition of sick
It's Ryu and Tak together we're the weapon and clip

Verse 4 (Tak)

Yo, poppin the cork of Wild Horse
I like the way that it flows
Mix a little with Style Wars Cabernega Merlot
I'm sayin' it's got me, swingin fo' sho
Speakin', language and prose so my name'll get known
It's like, makin' a record, you gotta chase it to catch it
I keep spittin' this image with no escapin' the method.
While I'm sittin' on the wall in between two women
And I can't even decide, I'm in the pool swimming, like

Chorus

Stand up(Come on) And if you like it say(Yeah!)
You like it say(Ah!)
You love it say(Oo!)
So get up, and if it's hype say(Mmm)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control
Hands up(Come On) And if you like it say(Ooh!)
You like it say(OK then!)
You love it say(Aaah)
So, get up, and if it's hype say(Aaah!)
Ryu and Tak what's up, now we outta control

Outro (Ryu)

Yo, Cheapshot's always outta control, uh
Vin Skully gettin' outta control
You know my man Double-0 gettin' outta control
Lexicon always outta control, yeah
4-Zone's always outta control
And you know Trev Dog gettin' outta control
Uh, Sandman gettin' outta control
You know Spytech Records always outta control, uh
And that's it. 2003. SOB.
"That was awesome, haha... (that sucks...)"

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Bleach

Verse 1 (Tak)

Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air
Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What's up stupid?
(Shoot this)
1-5-1 in the shot glass
(Hot flash)
Bangin' on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers

Verse 2 (Ryu)

I let 'em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber
Thumbs up! Another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck
It's like gettin' hit with a dumptruck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up
OK, I'll let a sucka's side once
Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch
Come on

Verse 3 (Tak)
Uh, malpractice - a bang-all jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon
What's up partna, I got ya (what, what)
Off the rah-rah, crack the piñata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?

Verse 4 (Ryu)

Set the pace like a mustang, mashin'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop, you ain't got access, watch
I'mma change my accent, Ryu and Tak
You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cum
And lay flat on the ground, don't make 'em peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach

Chorus

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Who?
Guess who's rockin every club, that's me
Oh
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Hot
Keeping it knockin', Jay drop that beat
Wooo
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B. (Styles of Beyond) got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak

Verse 5 (Tak)

Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand like Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gushin', relish and pink mustard, huh
I'mma slam till I tear it to bits
Till the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game
You feeling the grill like P.F. Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch
And burn crews with a fuse that’ll rock with force
Sayin, don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon
What's up y'all, we don't stall
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like

Chorus

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Live Enough (Remix)

Verse 1 (Ryu)

Yeah
Styles
Come on
Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around
Uh
Knock ‘em out
Uh uh
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more
Come on
Click Click Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around uh
Knock ‘em out
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more
When I was a youngin’
Who would ever thought that
I’d be number one
Banging in your trunk fat
Beats for the grungie
Heat for the outsie
People in the back
Keeping it bouncing
R to the Y to the U
Get up Get up
Suckers ain’t live yet
Enoughs enough
You damn right
We changed for the better
And got back together
And locked rap
Surrender and drop that
Duck like you back in your bush
You wanna learn to battle
Start cracking them books
I’ve been sick from the jump
Dirty from the get go
Six in the pump
Thirty in the clip load
Rip through a beat
Like butter in kill
Peep the last man shook
Yo
We stutter and still
R-R-Ryu is too ill
Stop and think
You want some girl scout beats
Or some knocks and pins
Have it your way
I’ma stay dropping a flame
Blaze and pop insane shit
I never change

Chorus

Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around
Uh
Knock ‘em out
Uh uh
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more
Come on
Click Click Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around uh
Knock ‘em out
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more

Verse 2 (Tak)

So here we go again
The dopest if you noticed him
Hopefully I’m rolling with
The golden ounce I’m supposed to get
For flowin it
Knowing when suckers ain’t live enough
Yet
Time’s up
Line ‘em up
Till they buy enough crack
With your gold card razor
Shot the whole place up
Snatch the face
Playing and remove the fake make up
Stand on the edge with a mannequin head
Cram it with lead
And battle till you hand him his legs
I got a plan to get fed
Till my stamina ends
Crap in your Benz
Stomp with my lavender Timbs
Say you don’t even know
When the show is over
A lonely soldier
Grown for closure
A small time crook
On a stolen poster
That’s why I wrote a book on this rollercoaster
Now everybody move but they can’t even speak
The party rules of an outlaw that’ll handle your teeth
No tools can’t write
Can’t rap to a beat
Your O’douls getting sappy
You’re wacker then me
How you gonna claim something that you never believe
The regular breed that tipsscales
Sell us some key
But under your sleeves
You fronting to whatever degree
The second you breathe
The element of the weapon you squeeze
Like click click click click
Tell you please
There ain’t nothing better then these raw delicacies
Come on

Chorus


Verse 3 (Tak)

Yeah
Instead of running
I’ll walk instead
I remember growing up rocking Talking Heads
You may ask yourelf
How cool he is
It’s just me fascination with the Human League

Verse 4 (Ryu)

Now I don’t know who said it and when
I’m not nice
Yeah right
That bitch never said it again
I play rough to the death
Enough respect
Let the slugs eject then
Come correct
My man Mic’s my best friend
Arm to the teeth
We settle beef together
Like identical twins
Oooh shit catch a bad one
Oh
Can you imagine the pain of a .45 magnum
Bang.

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Superstars

Verse 1 (Tak)

Ayo, first things first, It’s time to shake ground
In the eighth round, Box battle and break down
For the beat, Killa rhyme tone
Jump in the cyclone
S-T-Y-L-E-S Yes I know
The rap feen, Vaccine, Pack rat feen
Put ‘em up, What the fuck You plucked the bad seed
Off the wall Spitting the gorilla tag team
What’s up now Duck down, Stuff that can’t breathe

Verse 2 (Ryu)

Yo, you know the routine
The team in effect please
Don’t sleep, You wanna feed one of my pet peeves
The more beef the better, Sound gay
But you all wanna sleep together, Okay
In the club We don’t sneak berretas. Why not?
We got so much street credit, The fucking police let us
Now that’s bullshit, Cause we don’t pack heat
So come and get your head cracked into fat meat

Chorus
Keep it moving it’s on now
Making it bump loud
Shaking it buck wild
Waving the punk style
Faking the funk now
Pow duck Watch the pump
What now .Watch your battleship get sunk down
Click Click
Pow Pow
Nine nine
Thou Thou
What
Just what I thought what’s up now?
Huh Huh
Buckshot to your speaker
Stabbing the track with both hands
I’m like huh, huh
Buckshot to your speakers
Stabbing the track with both hands

Verse 3 (Ryu)

Hold it down never give in, Styles sever your limbs
However you want it to end, Dirty syringe
I’ll murder them again
Nine seven serving them since
Of thirty your friends
Get knocked out turbulent winds
Hopped out
Watcha want
Beer, bourbon, or gin
I’m a fish
You can tell by the flippers and fins

Verse 4 (Tak)

Yo I got a rock style
Pivot the offspring
And joke with him
The distorted guitar string
Who am I?
Russian roulette, Kumathai
Pushing you back
Hotter then Quebec in July
Area five one
Stereo bop 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 Boondock Saints
So get up get up
So let the sound hit you
Snap this audio style picture
Huh

Chorus


Verse 5 (Tak)

Who the hell’s this
Splitting the belly upon the shellfish
Chilling Indian style
Playin the fair blitz
Drilling your brain like
Graphic video games
Feel the syringe
From the style
Stiking into your vein

Verse 6 (Ryu)

Yo
What kind of shit is he on
Really
His style’s really
Beyond
Come on punk
Fuck off
You really got to be gone
Ripped out of your brain
Piss covered in shit
To diss this
S-O-B gang
Son of bitch
I’ma start killing for kicks
There ain’t an Air Force One in the globe I can’t kick
Get it
I’m sick wit it
When I spit the venom and it
Drips a minute
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

Chorus

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Live Enough (Remix)

Verse 1 (Ryu)

Yeah
Styles
Come on
Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around
Uh
Knock ‘em out
Uh uh
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more
Come on
Click Click Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around uh
Knock ‘em out
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more
When I was a youngin’
Who would ever thought that
I’d be number one
Banging in your trunk fat
Beats for the grungie
Heat for the outsie
People in the back
Keeping it bouncing
R to the Y to the U
Get up Get up
Suckers ain’t live yet
Enoughs enough
You damn right
We changed for the better
And got back together
And locked rap
Surrender and drop that
Duck like you back in your bush
You wanna learn to battle
Start cracking them books
I’ve been sick from the jump
Dirty from the get go
Six in the pump
Thirty in the clip load
Rip through a beat
Like butter in kill
Peep the last man shook
Yo
We stutter and still
R-R-Ryu is too ill
Stop and think
You want some girl scout beats
Or some knocks and pins
Have it your way
I’ma stay dropping a flame
Blaze and pop insane shit
I never change

Chorus

Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around
Uh
Knock ‘em out
Uh uh
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more
Come on
Click Click Click Click
Talk about sick shit
Fuck around uh
Knock ‘em out
Line ‘em up
Let me tell you something
Suckers ain’t live enough
Let me tell you something
I won’t have no more

Verse 2 (Tak)

So here we go again
The dopest if you noticed him
Hopefully I’m rolling with
The golden ounce I’m supposed to get
For flowin it
Knowing when suckers ain’t live enough
Yet
Time’s up
Line ‘em up
Till they buy enough crack
With your gold card razor
Shot the whole place up
Snatch the face
Playing and remove the fake make up
Stand on the edge with a mannequin head
Cram it with lead
And battle till you hand him his legs
I got a plan to get fed
Till my stamina ends
Crap in your Benz
Stomp with my lavender Timbs
Say you don’t even know
When the show is over
A lonely soldier
Grown for closure
A small time crook
On a stolen poster
That’s why I wrote a book on this rollercoaster
Now everybody move but they can’t even speak
The party rules of an outlaw that’ll handle your teeth
No tools can’t write
Can’t rap to a beat
Your O’douls getting sappy
You’re wacker then me
How you gonna claim something that you never believe
The regular breed that tipsscales
Sell us some key
But under your sleeves
You fronting to whatever degree
The second you breathe
The element of the weapon you squeeze
Like click click click click
Tell you please
There ain’t nothing better then these raw delicacies
Come on

Chorus


Verse 3 (Tak)

Yeah
Instead of running
I’ll walk instead
I remember growing up rocking Talking Heads
You may ask yourelf
How cool he is
It’s just me fascination with the Human League

Verse 4 (Ryu)

Now I don’t know who said it and when
I’m not nice
Yeah right
That bitch never said it again
I play rough to the death
Enough respect
Let the slugs eject then
Come correct
My man Mic’s my best friend
Arm to the teeth
We settle beef together
Like identical twins
Oooh shit catch a bad one
Oh
Can you imagine the pain of a .45 magnum
Bang.

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Second To None

Verse 1 (Mike)

It's the real authentic
Leave y'all dented
Forget what ya heard
If I said it I meant it
Did it for real, while y'all pretended
Back for more, I'm startin' the war to end it
Raw, rip it like I'm workin' a chainsaw
New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift, while you plead the fifth, my team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this shit
Rough and rugged, kill 'em soft
We don't leave one standin' when we're breakin 'em off
Takin' a loss? Not a chance on your life
If being fresh is wrong I don't want to be right
Stop drop and roll, we got soul
Safety popped off when we lock and load so...
This is how we get this done
You can check on the rep, yep second to none.

Chorus

Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This is how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This is how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none

Verse 2 (Ryu)
Yo, check the rep, yep 'nuff respect
If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck
I'm funky fresh equipped with a rusty Tek
Am I the best, well I gotta put it bluntly: Yes.
You can't touch me, the flows'll get ya
Squeeze breath out of your chest, like boa constrictors
I'm a killer and I usually know my victims
So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh
Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw
And you'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw
Liquid diet bitch, we official pirates
I ghost ride the ghost ship, drinkin' and drivin', yeah.
You ain't nothin' but a whiny kid
Who cries like wimp, cause nobody rides with him
I ain't a thug, pimp, gangster, or grimy dun
But you can check on the rep, yep second to none.

Chorus


Verse 3 (Tak)

HYeah, yeah, yeah
They know the biz when I step in the gate
You can find me at the gym bench pressin' the weight
Gettin' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgustin'
I'mma tell the whole goddang globe to suck it
I'm bad, now you feelin' somethin' surround you
My chemical mix, it got you pumpin' the valium
The audience closed it, and they had a reaction
Similar to explosions off of battery acid
My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with
So find on my trail pass Winnekta Exit
Into the dungeon, what you're bringin' a bucket
No one's hearing your screams, now start playin' the trumpet
I'm out of your reach now
So give me some rocket fuel
Hooked up with Beatdown and did the impossible
A couple of months later, the record is done
And you can check on the rep, second to none.

Chorus


Outro

*Cheapshot Scratching*

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Magic Doors (Remix)

(Mike)
Alright

Verse 1 (Mike)

They say welcome back Mike
Its a pleasure to have you
You da hot shit
Its like metal to magnets
Come round the back to the staff
Door access
Light up a Cuban
Spot a pig matress
Autograph action
Sneak through the door
S.O.B. and me turnin ya peace into war
(Peace into war)
So turn the fuckin beat up some more
And Step back pronto
Reload the combo
Mike, Ryu, and Tak
Its like some Mo Wade and Marly Mal
Symphony rock
You could turn off the beat
And couldn't get me to stop
I could give a fat fuck
If you with me or not
I do not give a damn
Got tracks on the Billboard
But here I am
With my man Green Lantern
Raisin hell a-gain
And so way past go
Never sold my soul

Chorus
(Never sold my soul)

(Ryu)

Verse 2 (Ryu)


You see what I've become
(Come)
Top gun
Mac 1
Knock tongue
Baby I'm the best
I aint got another option
(Tion)
Grotesek yet?
So fresh
Yes!
Never lost
Not once
(Never)
You see what I've become
The last 6 months
My lyrics went from
"Oh shit"
To "Oh Fuck"
This dude is a problem
Don't front
The last of the west coast rappers
That don't suck
(Suck!)
This isn't even fun no more
I done killed so many people
That my gun gets bored
Why fight now?
I already won this war
Everything you think is hot
Man I done before
From the bloc shit
To the rap shit
To the rock shit
Even did some pop shit
Fatten up my pocket
Profit!
Fuckin with me?
See nuthin is free
Its R-Y-U from the S.O.B.
Suck it!

Verse 3 (Tak)

Can't get a grip
Plan sorta slips
Stand in front of the fan
With his hands full of shit
Covered the face before
The camp was a clique
Damn
They call em a hell of a man with a lisp
Can't escape the dark
Or erase the thought
His heart beats
Quicker than a racing horse
So he blocks his own reflection
And ducks from sunlight
Then both worlds collide
And result in a gunfight
Cuts in his chest still
Russian rouliette wheel
Mistakes might of
Spattered in the guts into left field
Ooh!
Take a deep breath for the recess
Thangs on the brains
To remain as a defect
Yea
A new born with a new curse
Fits like a shoe horn in a blue hurst
Then the lights for the lampshade glow
Pull out the pen
And let the whole damn thing blow

Chorus

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Here We Come (Original)

Verse 1 (Tak)

Yea
So I had to throw it down the way the rappers felt
7L and Esoteric, plus Ap and Celph
My name is Tak from the S.O.B. assassin's belt
Megadef like what, cause we mash for dealt
To the punks that just give me a pound for shows
Sayin that they been around since 2000 Fold
I ain't heard a fuckin thing but too many MCs,
that go to town with the other suckin style they stole
wipe my brow like 'whoah' catch my breath,
cause you and I know livin check to check
So while I'm at it I'ma pop anybody on sight
Can't understand why you stupid little idiots write
So run along and tell 'em all that we down with the Demigodz
They got a problem wit it then come and visit the lodge
On the top floor for you girls who have a question
Somebody have beats I'll have Vin Skully bust it
When I told Cheapshot to stab the begone

Verse 2 (Ryu)

Suck it!
You wanna battle get busy and pack fast
I carry a mac bigger and blacker than Shaq's ass
I went to the School of Rock with a back pack and a flat jacket
And kicked out for callin Jack Black a fat faggot
Backsassin I'm half of the class laughin
I'm sorry I never properly told you the groups acronym
I'm from the SOB
MegaDef in it recipe
Reppin the Demi's with every breath in my chest left in me
The legacy builds
I'm heavily skilled
And more famous in '97 than an ecstasy pill
Don't even stand next to me chill you get what I got
70 grand out the window and your wife is hot
Yo
So I been tryin to get busy bustin like Dizzy Dustin
I'm just an ugly ducklin with nuts like little pumpkins
In my pants I
Can't stand rappin on standbys
So I became the captain in the Demigod franchise

Chorus
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Tak]
Rollin heavy up in every single state
Keep singles in the crates so
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Ryu]
I know they hate it
But the game gotta change
And I'm here to create it I'm sayin
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Tak]
Take money
Bank dummy
Run up in and make the whole place
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Ryu]
True enough
Chew em up
Spit em out
Demigodz in the house
Like

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Hard

(Ryu)
Uh hu
Ryu
Me and Takbir
Demigodzilla
J-Dilla

Verse 1 [Ryu]
Yo
It ain't (Hard)
They tell now who the illest is
J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again
That old killa shit back to the gutter scum
Number 1 rap record of the summer son!
Feet stomp to the beat like war drums
Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk
The R-Y-U that should do it
Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it
Its too (Hard)
Born for the weak and peacy
I'm thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets
Shittin on you rappers I practice free speech
Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!

Verse 2 [Tak]
Its time to hop in to cruise to the new shit
Huh
I'm bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick
Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan
Tearin the village down oh man!
Folks don't understand
When I'm holdin this part of this perfect unit
To do it you recognize that we started this murder music
I'm movin through all the rubbish and yes
They know they love it at best
Cuz I've been known to keep them clubbin the debt

Chorus
[Tak]
You ain't a (Star)
So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
Ain't nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
You don't party with ya people at the (Bar)
What is it?
Wha wha what is it?
You a (Star)
[Ryu]
Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard)
Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car)
Get it free never blow money at the (Bar)
What is it?
What what what is it?

Verse 3 [Tak]
Huh?
Aww I see you got ya heart broken
Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded
Clockin all my jewels and they don't know how we did it
Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted
Ooh!
Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late
Why?
Cuz you ain't even old enough to innovate
Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame
But dang
You ain't really known for ya skill

Verse 4 [Ryu]
Ok!
Think about it before you pop off
Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog
Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart
Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car
Not to notice a bomb goes wowee
Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi
People know who control the Valley
Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali
You ain't (Hard)
Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted
So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits
You ain't about shit holmes admit it
Cuz real hustlers don't talk they just go get it!
Uh huh
S.O.B.
Ryu and Tak
Uh

Chorus

Verse 5 [Tak]
Follow me follow me closely
I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy
Shakin the ground
I put my hands in the gravel
Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow
Naw
You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant
Dummy
Without me it wouldn't be what it is then
So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside
What a surprise yea its so kick it

Verse 6 [Ryu]
Yo
You hear the baby whining it don't effect me shiit
How dare you disrespect me kid
I'm sick of the games
Look at where you sit in the plane
You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame
You ain't (Hard)
Matter fact its easy
Ima crack ya cd
It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy
On the path to greatness
Ya raps are basic
Think about it when you fillin out that application

Chorus

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Here We Come

Verse 1[Tak]
Yea
You you
You know we movin on with the show again
I ain't stoppin til the breakers burn a whole in linoleum
Now let's open em
The focus on the fact to the flowin now read it backwards BOS
SOB and its sober yea
To the ladies that just watch from the bleachers
Whats up?
My name is Tak I like sockin these sneakers
And you couldn't possibly figure the plots of my thesis
Cuz I got too many colors plus my popular features
Uh
C-A-N-O-G-A bowl
Where I like to go with the fellas we'll never let it roll
Sayin I rock swift and no one could boost me
Specially with my chopsticks and shogun sushi
So run along and tell em all that Style of Beyond
Is finally climbing and clowning with perfect time and applause
Out of Cali its a rap
I'm outty but I'll be back
You don't even have to ask who put the valley on the map

Verse 2 [Ryu]
Suck it!
You wanna battle get busy and pack fast
I carry a mac bigger and blacker than Shaq's ass
I went to the School of Rock with a back pack and a flat jacket
And kicked out for callin Jack Black a fat faggot
Backsassin I'm half of the class laughin
I'm sorry I never properly told you the groups acronym
I'm from the SOB
MegaDef in it recipe
Reppin the Demi's with every breath in my chest left in me
The legacy builds
I'm heavily skilled
And more famous in '97 than an ecstasy pill
Don't even stand next to me chill you get what I got
70 grand out the window and your wife is hot
Yo
So I been tryin to get busy bustin like Dizzy Dustin
I'm just an ugly ducklin with nuts like little pumpkins
In my pants I
Can't stand rappin on standbys
So I became the captain in the Demigod franchise

Chorus
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Tak]
Rollin heavy up in every single state
Keep singles in the crates so
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Ryu]
I know they hate it
But the game gotta change
And I'm here to create it I'm sayin
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Tak]
Take money
Bank dummy
Run up in and make the whole place
[Celph Titled]
Whoa here we come
[Ryu]
True enough
Chew em up
Spit em out
Demigodz in the house
Like

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Bring It Back

(Apathy)
The almighty
Demigodz
Yo

Verse 1 (Apathy)
Ever since the Big Bang
Before God had a name
Before the birth of earth
Or when the dinosaurs came
Way before cavemen were huntin prehistoric game
Or Cleopatra pumped poison venom in her veins
Before the world changed when the Romans reigned
Before Jesus was slain and Noah watched for rain
Cuz I been waitin longer to drop my CD
Than people'll wait in line at the DMV

Verse 2 (Celph Titled)
Yo
Before the lord himself said let there be..
There was me Celph Titled
God emcee
No frequencys to transmit
No hammers to grip
No flicks where they were killin kids on summer campin trips
Before you was cohereint
My flows spirit co-existed in pyramids
Temples of holy lyrics
Homey I'm serious
Before Jehova thought of yall
I done payed dues
Blown the fuck up and fallen off
Come on

Chorus

Don't make me
WAIT!!
What will it
TAKE!
Let's get this
STRAIGHT!

Demigodz
Don't forget it or we gonna bring it!

Bring it back
Bring it, bring it, bring it back
YEA
Bring it back
Bring it, bring it, bring it back
COME ON
Bring it back
Bring it, bring it, bring it back
YEA
Bring it back
Bring it, bring it, bring it back
BRING IT

Verse 3 (Ryu)
Before tats and the booze
Two packs a day shit
In the lunch room battlin chumps in they faces
Ever since cassettes
I was fresh before the phrase
"So fresh"
For my age I needed a fucking agent
>From out the basement
I came when Kane did
Before K-Swiss was gay kicks for gay kids
Im saying!
For the sake of being abrassive
I'll slit a hoe's throat so the bitch can't say shit

Verse 4 (Motive)
Way before my mom used to beat me with a switch
Suspended from school
For callin all my teachers a bitch
Before I used to rock Lee's and the creases was thick
The only time I dressed up was on Easter and shit
Basically I'm sayin I've been patiently waitin a long time
Before my pops even thought about knockin up my mom
Before so many fake dudes tried to rhyme
The guarded angels got they ass whooped for stoppin crimes
YEA!

Chorus

Verse 5 (Tak)
Before I was even concieved and kickin the womb
Before I was able to breathe I was diggin ya tomb
Before I even had a style and the clips to fill it with
Before my brother Bilal left a hook with The Syndicate
I was waitin in the shack with Everlast
Way before he had knack
Way before it was cool to wear leather pants
Before lickin a line up came look at my number
Def Jeff and drop rhymes on ya

Verse 6 (Apathy)
Feels like centurys
Or essentialy
Longer than Flava Flave waited for the ENT
Before O.J. got lucky and lost his fresh prince
Before they tried to switch up the odds on Fresh Prince
Before Napoleon began to stratergize
Or way before McDonalds fucked up they apple pies
Before Capone comitted a single crime
Bottom line I've been waitin a long fucking time

Chorus

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Take That

Verse 1 [Ryu]
Better call them coppers quick
You don't wanna hear them choppers spit
Run up on em with a black component
Crack his dome for talking shit
Who the fuck he think he is?
I don't know but he runs his lips
I'm gonna get em in a minute gonna put em in a little bitty box and tounge his bitch
And I mean it
What I mean is
On the beat I'm a demon breathin
Red Dragon yup saggin dog from my pants to my penis
Extremist
When I'm the move better move and duck sucker
Be cool
Them Demigoons don't give a fuck fucker
What about that dough you got?
What about that Rov you bought?
If anybody wanna bet you ballin bitch I'm all in no you not
Uh uh
I swear it
Your broke its
Apparent
Them S.O.B.s beastin the beat and I'm incoherent
Embarrassd, out smoked your parents can barely bare it
Their only son is a joke compared to the ranch he's a carrot
A parrot mockin my sinister style with a Mary Poppins
All you hear is me cockin it back and its ch ch ch POW!!!

Chorus x2
Take that
Get the mask
Take that
Take the cash
Come and get ya face slapped
Yea boy ima bust that ass

Verse 2 [Tak]
Yea
When I get my hands up on this weapon best believe theres mayhem
Taxodermy, wax a birdie, bully in this play pen
Zip his belly button to his face In position with the tanks
Gotta mention K-9 sniff em by the lakes
Whoa!
Supersonic, doo doo vomit, get ya fuckin cool demoished
See I grew my roots in music while you hoola hoop through college
Better wear some protective gear they don't care bout ya record here
And if they do we wish you luck
Whoopdy whoop
Squish his guts
You don't wanna get ya back sweaty put em in a jar and twist a limb
Slain with a red and black machete
Poor little boy was just a kid
Spread the news, tell a partner
Yea this beat is hella proper
Servin these stupid vermont
And ship em back to hell with out them
Its a rap, sew his tissue, tell the ref to blow the whistle
Stash his helmet in his locker with a super soaker pistol

[Ryu]
Get the missle
Get the gun
You don't wanna see me one on one
Pick the mission here we come
In position what you want?

Chorus

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World Famous

Chorus
Its the world famous!
SOB!
Style of Beyond
Its Demigodz in the mothafuckin house!
No question!
Its the world famous!
SOB!
Style of Beyond
Its Takbir in the mothafuckin house!
No question!
Its the world famous
SOB!
Style of Beyond
Its Ryu in the mothafuckin house!
No question!
Its the world famous!
SOB!
Style of Beyond
Its Cheapshot in the mothafuckin house!
No question!

Verse1 [Ryu]
No question I stretch em boflex
Coke checks homey we coat tecks
Pussy we don't really feel you like phone sex
Ya styles a hollogram the crowds intollerant
I rocked it no sweat
Before the 10 grand wasted in France
Hit the stage gave the whole place a taste of the ranch
No question
Ima straight monster spittin the white stuff
On the tape Kate Moss was sniffin
Uncut
You fuck-ups got it twisted once again
I'm sicker than Sid Vicious on a 6 day benge
Any friends wanna jump in? I'll ixnay them
Out the picture when that switchblade
Slits they ribs
In the streets we crush em like toy cars its nothin
Ya whole squads like a bunch of Boy Georges frontin
Fuck em!
So don't trip I'll slip that gold necklace
off and hit the pawn shop
Quick
No question

Chorus

Verse 2 [Tak]
Ladies and gentlemen I'm raisin adrenaline
See my
Flavor is limitless a brain full of riddlin
Hmm
Subterrainian take a train to get into it
Get it?
Come on let's kick I'm bound to show you a thing or 2
Follow me now and watch the razor light hit
I'm bout to bring it back to the days of Syprus
Lickin a shot
Starin out the temple of boom
A major crisis
Especially when I step in the room
Haha haha
Laughin at you cuz you don't even know the type
Another rap group that seemed to happen over night
Well?
Let's compare the trash on the shelves
and see how many consumers walk around askin themselves
Are we ever gonna get the chance to hear it again?
Or has the era forever vanished and nearing its end?
Naw
I'm hear to testify and let the peeps know
That we'll keep on sellin piles
Rain, hell, sleet snow

Chorus

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Outro

[Ryu]
Yea!
Ryu and Tak!
SOB!
Apathy!
Green Lantern!
This is an invasion!

Verse [Tak]
Yea, yea
So I write again and spin em
Leave you stuck inside a web like a Spiderman a Venom
Rocket Surgery fell in a conesouir
Sweat up ya spinal cord
No tellin we'll style em all
You wearin that baby gat
You piss in ya shitty crap
They lookin for lyrics maybe its time that we give it back
My engine is supercharged
My frame is custom
Now we know who we are since Remember the Name reigned and crushed em
Uh!
Veins at busted
Brains are gushin
Ya lame that's why ya body paint stain the bushes
Taks official
Glocks and pistols
Hear the rebels yell in tongues "Apocolypto"
Bodys on and good bye
We bring em and shed pigment
Grab what you left and start skinnin for le-nigment
Feast til nothins left but a grain of sand
And yes we MegaDef dummy its Razor Tag
Yea

Chorus [Tak]
I know when to speak uh!
I know when to spit yea!
I know when to creep maan!
I know when to hit uh!
You might as well quit now and wave ya flag
Yea its Razor Tag
Its Razor Tag
I know when to speak uh!
I know when to spit yea!
I know when to creep maan!
I know when to hit uh!
You might as well quit now and wave ya flag!
Either stand up or sit down its Razor Tag!

[Ryu]
Like I said
Its a mothafuckin invasion!
Big Hoot!
Hold ya head!
Doe Rakers!
Demigodz
Hey yo Green!
Bring that shit back!

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Radio Clash (Freestyle)

Verse 1 (Tak)

I don't gotta tell em who I'm reppin
cause they know the fellas always get the credit when it's due
I went from independant to the biggest sellin record
ch-ch-check it, ha ha, now I'm movin on to level 2
The R-churra-I-churra-B-K-A-ura-T, yes, let me see my ladies in capris
I'm talkin to Malaysians, Puertorecians, and my darker shade of browns,
but I'll settle for anything in between.
That's right, I'm a Taurus, never mind the bull
Spend my life recordin, keep my eye on the moon
See my crew's legit, you still lookin for clout,
carryin tools A SPIT, and put ya foot in ya mouth
Come on, come on, sucka...
Picture my producer's beat, it's like a hippo bein strapped in a booster seat
So for all of you left stranded, feelin hollow again,
I got something for trend-setters, and Serato to spin
Come on!

CHORUS (Tak)

This, has been another Radio Clash
This, has been another Radio Clash
This, has been another Radio Clash
Anything to get it, cause they know they want it so bad...

*scratches*
Here it comes, here it-here it-here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Here it-here it comes, here it-here it comes, here it comes
Here it-here it comes-comes, all you hear is a click

Verse 2 (Ryu)
Now
This, has been another motherfuckin, incredible clash of rap-radio classic
backpack n' tap the bottle, and twist the cap and,
get ya cap twisted, you frickin faggot!
pistol-whip peagant, panache you bastard,
(bitch!) I put the 'crack' in cracker,
The x-factor, yes!
I am the best rapper, fresh like shasta,
tech-nine blaster, let's go ac-a-pella,
when you read my sixteens, it's like goin and seein the Sistine Chapel
Ready for battle, bag full of green apples,
pull the pin out, wait, and duck from the shrapnel
Baffle the public, pirate, Irish, thug-shit, the giants,
you walk among us
So I don't play games with geeks, I just crush em,
so dope, my crew gotta sneak through customs...
Uh!

CHORUS (Tak)

This, has been another Radio Clash
This, has been another Radio Clash
This, has been another Radio Clash
Anything to get it, cause they know they want it so bad...
This, has been another Radio Clash
This, has been another Radio Clash
This, has been another Radio Clash
Anything to get it, cause they know they want it so bad...

*scratches*
Here it comes, here it-here it-here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Here it-here it comes, here it-here it comes, here it comes
Here it-here it comes-comes, all you hear is a click

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