9000 [Gundam]

Oh, oh my god god God, oh my god god Hey yo first things first It's time to shake ground in the eighth round By spelling breakdown From the beat & the rhyme tone, jump in the cyclone Styles, yes i know We're the ... team, maxime.... Put 'em up, what the **** Stuff they can't breathe Off the wall spitting, n***a we're in the tag-team What's up now? jump down, stop they cant breathe Yo! you know the routine, the demon effect Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's The more beef the

better, sound strange but you all wanna creep together Ok, in the club what a cheesy sweater Why not, we got so much street credit, the rookie police let us Now that's foolish, cuz we dont act sweet Cuz i can run 10 laps in a track Keep it moving it's on now Making it punk rile Shaking the funk rile Rip it apart style Fakin' the funk pal Dunk watch the punk What now, watch your battleship get sunk down Click, pow, nine thou, what? Just what i thought, what's up now? (X2) Oh, oh my god god Hold i

t down, never give in Styles having your limbs Or whether you want it to end Dirty m'again, i burn him again O-5, serving them sins Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline wind Punk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grin I'm a fish you can tell by the flippers and fin's C'mon, yo! I got a wack style ... the offspring and joke with 'em The distort ... stream Who am i? ... relate who & i Cruising your bed, how to live back in july Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live Here we go, west soldier

s, we drop some We're the kids in the hall, with the new lactate Blast from both angles, a boondock saint So, get up get up and let the sound hit ya Snap the ... style picture uh! Keep it moving it's on now Making it punk rile Shaking the funk rile Rip it apart style Fakin' the funk pal Dunk watch the punk What now, watch your battleship get sunk down Click, pow, nine thou, what? Just what i thought, what's up now? (X2) Oh, oh my god god Who the **** .... upon a shellfish In any your style playi

ng 'til feel bliss Drilling your brain, like rap & video-games But it's a **** the styles get any of your fame Yo! what kind of stuff is he on Really its styles, c'mon punk shove off You really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain Script over your lip to dispossess your ... game What's with this ... me kibbles n bits We're in the street ... the globe i can't fix Get it? I'm sick with it, when i spit the venom And it drip's up in 'em and it gets the women in a dilemma We can settle it now, and

i don't know who did it but they said it was styles Click, pow, nine thou, what? Just what i thought, what's up now? Oh, oh my god god, god, oh my god god, god Click, pow, nine thou, what? Just what i thought what's up now Oh my god god Click, pow, nine thou, what? Just what i thought what's up now