Superstars

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Takbir] Ayo, 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 The rap fiend vaccine, packed red beam Put 'em up, what the fuck? You plucked a bad seed (Uh) Off the wall, spitting the guerrilla 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 step, you wanna feed one of my pet peeves? (Huh?) The more beef the better, sound gay But you all wanna sleep together? Okay In the club, we don't 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 cracked in a fat meet [Chorus: Takbir & Inspectah Deck] Kick it Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style Faking the funk, pal, duck, watch the pump What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down Click, pow, Nine, Thou What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker St-st-stabbing the track with both hands I'm like huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker St-st-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 '97, serving them since A third of your friends get knocked out: turbulent winds Hopped out, what you want, beer, bourbon or gin? I'm a fish, you can tell by the hundreds of fins, come on [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, Camu Tao Pushing a 'Vette 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 Boondock Saints So get up, get up and let the sound hit you Snap, it's audio style picture, uh [Refrain] Lot electrical [Chorus: Takbir & Inspectah Deck] Kick it Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style Faking the funk, pal, duck, watch the pump What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down Click, pow, Nine, Thou What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker St-st-stabbing the track with both hands I'm like huh! Huh! Buck shots through the speaker St-st-stabbing the track with both hands [Verse 5: Takbir] Uh, who the hell wear splitting the belly up on a shellfish? Shinning into your style, playing the fell blitz Drilling your brain, like rap and video games Feel the syringe for the styles sticking into your brain [Verse 6: Ryu] Yo, what kind of shit is he on? Really, his style's really beyond Come on, 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 killing for kicks There ain't an Air Force 1 in the globe I can't fit, 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 [Refrain: Inspectah Deck] Buck shots through the speaker St-st-stabbing the track with both hands Buck shots through the speaker St-st-stabbing the track with both hands [Chorus: Takbir & Inspectah Deck] Kick it Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud Shaking the bu-- wild, raping the punk style Faking the funk, pal, duck, watch the pump What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down Click, pow, Nine, Thou What? Just what I thought, what's up now? Huh! Buck shots Stab-stabbing the track with both hands I'm like huh! Buck shots Stab-stabbing the track with both hands [Outro: Inspectah Deck] With both, with both, with both, with both, with both hands Both hands, both hands, both hands, both hands