Superstars (Megadudical Remix)

[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
Give the rap fiend vaccine, packed red beam
Put 'em up, what the fuck? You plucked a bad seed
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?
The more beef the better, sound gay
But y'all wanna sleep together? Okay
In the club, we don't sneak birettas
Why not? We got so much street credit, the fucking police let us
Now that's bullshit, cause we don't pack heat
So come and get your head cracking up at me

[Hook: Takbir]
Kick it
Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style
Huh!

[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, river 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

[Hook: Takbir]
Kick it!
Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style
Huh!

[Bridge: Takbir]
Who the hell wear splitting the belly up on a shellfish
Shinning in your style playing the fell blitz
Drilling your brain, like rap and video games
Feel the syringe for the styles that sticking in your brain

[Verse 5: 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

[Hook: Takbir]
Kick it!
Moving, it's on now, making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild, raping the punk style
Huh!