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Yo, Everybody (c'mon) If you're with it (c'mon) If you're ready (c'mon) If you want it (c'mon) Bring it on (c'mon) Come along (c'mon) S-T-Y-L-E-S Beyond Yo, everybody (c'mon) If you're with it (c'mon) If you're ready (c'mon) If you want it (c'mon) Bring it on (c'mon) Come along (c'mon) S-T-Y-L-E-S Beyond ("Ah here it comes like a scene in Genesis") Tak: Yo, it's like being in the position to get yourself mentioned Attack with the sick-assed twelve inch, the metal blade Serenaide, somebody tell the clique what's happenin' This is how we took over the atlas From the beginning of known rappers, stole the stone cactus What what know what the fact is Ryu: Galactic Arachnids coming with killer attachments Action the words rip, quick draw fastest Flat leather attack men are back in the wounded Swooped down for thirty-thou for troop movements Tak: Brother with two units, boogie down speakin The spankin the true music, takin a few bruises In particular group weapon to shoot crews with Ketchup all over your suit's blueprint, now! Who knows the rules to the new accoustic? Heavy on the way 'cause we're crooked And droppin the school stupid, recoopin Ryu: Comin' for cash so give it up Everybody rockin' with Ryu and Tak, say whaaat! Tak: With two tapes in the deck, get set to dub over Press record and absorb the "Subculture" ("Ah here it comes like a scene in Genesis") Ryu: Yo, hollow points like anonymous tips Five shots in the rock box ready for six At the bottom of the crate you could suffer the same fate Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes Tak: Uh up rock off to eight shapes the Great Dane (Gamma ray) able to bake brains You might as well shelve it Huh! Still spinnin with twelve helmets Somethin that they punish themselves' with, uh they felt it Ryu: Purple velvet melt metal itself quick tell Everybody in the clique to get down with the Celtic With the felt-tip attack raps around sounds So bounce now, you ain't got the fingers to count styles There it is (what?) that, ambiguous cat Gritty kitty my rikky-raw rhetoric rap Takin' back my style rip are-rebirth (gimme that!) 'Cause I don't give a kcuf like the "f-word" reversed! ("Ah here it comes like a scene in Genesis...") Tak: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was Ryu: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was Tak: Yo beats, (what?) rhymes (what?) style (what?) wicked! ... All depends on how we kick this! Breakers sneakers, all the night freakers Boniqua sleepers those who might peep us Crash in the cascade, deem a catch-phrase Last miss of peace in this puzzle of rap fame The world in a twist lost for who to blame Make a wish, light a flame, and toss, the boomerang Ryu: Yo number one through the rank came the rule of pain Through the vein of the lunar slang thinkin of sure things People are strange, they got me wonderin' why You want fame make a record that somebody actually buys The clique nobody rips, nobody gets Not even a half a second to block my rock karate-kicks! Chop suey, duck phooey, sharpen my chop sticks And when you get trouble and they double as lock-picks! Ryu: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was Tak: Get ready for the ride where nobody else has been Check the code locks and strap yourself in Beware to hold on loose the roller coaster Alcanola what? Same as it ever was
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