Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman Superstars Remix - Clean)

Lyrics

[Intro] Hu, I'm like hu-hu Hu, I'm like hu-hu [Verse 1: Tak] Ayyo, 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 fiend vaccine Packed red beam Put 'em up (uh!) You plucked a bad seed Off the wall, spittin' the guerilla tag team What's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe [Verse 2: Ryu] Yo You know the routine, the demon effect? Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves? (Huh?) The more beef, the better—sound strange? But you all wanna creep together? Okay! In the club with a cheesy sweater Why not? We got so much street credit, the rookie police let us Now that's foolish (hah!), cause we don't act sweet 'Cause I can run ten laps in a track meet [Chorus] (Keep it) Movin', it's on now Making it punk loud Shaking it buck wild Rakin' the punk style Fakin' the funk, pal Dunk, watch the punk 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? Click (click) Pow (pow) Nine (nine) Thou (thou) What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Hu I'm like hu-hu [Verse 3: Ryu] Hold it down, never give in Styles, ever get limbs Or whether you want it to end Dirt' 'em again, I burn 'em again '05, serving them since A third o' ya friends get knocked out, turbulent wind Hopped out, what you want? Take a look at my grin I'm a fish, you can tell by the flippers & fins (c'mon!) [Verse 4: Takbir] Yo I got a rock style, pivot The Offspring And joke with 'em with a distorted guitar string Who am I? Russian roulette? [?] Pushin' a 'Vette hotter than Quebec in July Area 5-1, 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 Boondock Saints So get up, get up, and let the sound hit ya (hah) Snap this audio-style picture, uh! [Chorus] (Keep it) Movin', it's on now Making it punk loud Shaking it buck wild Rakin' the punk style Fakin' the funk, pal Dunk, watch the punk 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? Click (click) Pow (pow) Nine (nine) Thou (thou) What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Hu I'm like hu-hu [Verse 5: Takbir] Uh! Who the h*** wear splittin' the belly up on a shelfish? Shinnin' into your style, playin' the fell blitz Drillin' your brain, like rap and video games Feelin' the ******* with the Styles ******** into your veins [Verse 6: Ryu] Yo! What kind of stuff has he drawn? Really, his style's really beyond C'mon, punk, shove off, you really gotta be gone Ripped out of your brain Tripped over your lip to diss this S-O-B game What's with this, chilling eating kibbles'n'bits? There ain't 'nough street ---, talking the globe, I can't fix, 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 [Outro] (Click, pow, Nine, Thou, what? Just what I thought) What's up now? Hu, I'm like hu-hu Hu, I'm like hu-hu Hu (Pow, Nine, Thou, what? Just what I thought, what's up now?) I'm like hu (Pow, Nine, Thou, what? Just what I thought, what's up now?) I'm like hu