Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman 'Superstars' Remix)

Styles of Beyond

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    Ryan Maginn (SESAC - 12.5%), Jason Rabinowitz (BMI - 12.5%), Takbir Bashir (BMI - 12.5%), Colton Fisher (BMI - 12.5%), Grant Mohrman (ASCAP - 50%) / Trust Fund Music (SESAC - 6.25%), Case Ace Music (SESAC - 6.25%), President Booty Music (BMI - 6.25%), Tak

Lyrics

Hey yo, 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, you plucked the bad seed Off the wall Spitting the gorilla tag team What's up now Duck down, Stuff that can't breathe 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 police let us Now that's ish, 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, Pow, Nine, Thou What? Just what I thought, what's up now? 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 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 and let the sound hit you Snap this audio style picture 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 sticking into your vein Yo what kind of stuff is he on Really, his style's really beyond Come on punk you really got to be gone Ripped out of your brain Tripped over your lip To diss this S-O-B gang Son of... 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 Clean Lyrics Tak Verse 1 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 (edit) You plucked the bad seed Off the wall Spitting the gorilla tag team What's up now Duck down, Stuff that can't breathe Ryu Verse 2 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 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, ‘cause we don't act sweet ‘Cause I can run ten laps in a track meet. 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 Ryu Verse 3 Hold it down never give in, Styles ___ your limbs However you want it to end, dirty Maginn I'll burn ‘em again '05 serving them since A third of your friends Get knocked out, turbulent winds Hopped out whatchu want Take a look at my grin I'm a fish, you can tell by the flippers and fins Tak Verse 4 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 Tak Verse 5 Who the (edit) this Splitting the belly upon the shellfish Chilling Indian style Playin the fair blitz Drilling your brain like Graphic video games Feel the (edit) From the style (Edit) into your veins Ryu Verse 6 Yo what kind of stuff is he drawin' Really, his style's really beyond Come on punk, shove off You really gotta be gone Ripped out of your brain Tripped over your lip to diss this S-O-B gang What's with this, chillin' eating kibbles and bits There ain't a street dog in the globe I can't fix Get it? I'm sick with 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 Clean Lyrics

End Title Credit Info:
"Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman 'Superstars' Remix)"
Written by Ryan Maginn, Jason Rabinowitz, Takbir Bashir, Colton Fisher, Grant Mohrman
Performed by Styles of Beyond
Courtesy of Spytech Records/Position Music

Cue Sheet Info:
"Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman 'Superstars' Remix)"
Artist - Styles of Beyond
Written by Ryan Maginn (SESAC - 12.5%), Jason Rabinowitz (BMI - 12.5%), Takbir Bashir (BMI - 12.5%), Colton Fisher (BMI - 12.5%), Grant Mohrman (ASCAP - 50%)
Published by Trust Fund Music (SESAC - 6.25%), Case Ace Music (SESAC - 6.25%), President Booty Music (BMI - 6.25%), Takbir Bashir (BMI - 6.25%), Colton Fisher (BMI - 6.25%), Mixed Metaphor Music (BMI - 18.75%), Method House Music (ASCAP - 25%), Position Music Publishing (ASCAP - 25%)
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