Sick Style

(Intro)

Yep yep ya know it's the ganja smoking roughneck rolling badman
Coming to hype up the place
Yep...

(Verse 1)

By now you know what to do
Stomp with the soles of your feet to the tunes
Habstrakt and Maksim roll with hooves
'Cos shoes are just too light for the moves
Watch out now or you might get bruised
Hold on tight to the sides of the booth
Are your insides shaking? Yeah that's proof
That this beats big and the next ones rude
24/7 i'm banging out tunes
Smashing out raves and packing out rooms
When I hype hard I hit you tight with the grooves
Beats so large you'll be quacking in your boots
So rock left to right with the rhythm for a while
Come join the ride get jiggling about
As we make hits that kick with a real sick style (real sick..)

(Verse 2)

By now you're down with a sound that's loud and making the crowd get lively
And just like Luda, i'ma grab beats and buddha so come find me
Sitting in the backstage in the VIP
Smashing out raves can be a sore sight see
I see people getting all fucked up, 'cos they can't handle
When we're inside these places
Smashing out beats in their faces
Habstrakt plays on the decks while Maksim gets real wrecked off booze and blazing
But I still wreck mics when i'm raving
Don't you dare sit, stand up and get with the hype shit for a while
As we make hits that kick with a real sick style, it's vile

(Repeat: Intro & Verse 1)

(Verse 3)

By now i'm pretty messed up
Some pretty dressed slut can't take me away from the stage
For a little bit of giggidy stuff
Like Quagmire i'm drilling these sluts
But right now i'm dilling these cuts
And they're fresh from the DJ so watch out for the replay
Pulling back tracks and rocking your backs till you're screaming you've had enough
Oh dear it's about that time again
I'm here to drop bars on beats till the crowd pass out and they can't hear right again
Fuck barzing, i'ma get real damn hype again
Watch Habstrakt make the crowd bounce real damn hard for a while
As we make hits that kick with a real sick style, it's vile