Techniques & Styles ’99

[Verse 1: Karma]
I pass through stages, cats mad courageous
Broadcast flavors that'll last for ages
Yeah outrageous bell fast blasting
Trhashing backstages
Cracking up actors while I'm cashing in favors
In lack of behaviors, rhymes in stacks of pages
Rampage rappers, holy soul saviors
Crash and collide worldwide collapse
Synapses engages in tactical contact
Critical mass, intact when I impact
In fact you in lack of flows fat you sense that
Interactive, fuck being attractive
Radiant remedy, radioactive

Correct techniques

[Hook: Karma & Tech-Rock]
Techniques & Styles we combine the two
To mix up the boo that is rhyme in you
The truth is shining through
You wanna try my crew?
Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two

Techniques & Styles part two
Bringing the whole crew make your mind go (woo)
T.P. coming through
You wanna try my crew?
Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two

[Verse 2: Son of Light]
From the beginning of time mowed my techniques
The best kept physique complete and unique
The sound to activate, shines that captivate
Minds ejaculate, rhymes evaporate
Blind, blind, rhyme mankind
Break the scale prime showing 3 point 9
Lead no blind into pits of peril
My style bears fruits
What are you if not sterile?

[Verse 3: Diaz]
We stay close like mariachis to the guitars
I throw my raps against heaven and split stars
I spit harsh, one breath, 200 bars
So hot my vocal maneuvers might cause a mirage
Better dodge, I'm no longer with Chico like DeBarge
But a man, that will hold my own ground and take charge
Rap's harsh, no asthmas, wipe that off your grill
Bite that and be killed, over mics we get ill
Your girl get filled, I'm thinking long terms and bill
Sweat spill in this proffesion, I'm the most real
A&R are left thrilled, with no signings fullfilled
In cyphers I made the next MC up just chill

[Hook: Karma & Tech-Rock]

[Verse 4: Tech-Rock]
On my first mission figure out a freeze from the back spin
Air tracks and top rocks, time for some action
Put your mics down and let's battle in the B-Boy fashion
Crashing crews, we pay dues for a decade
I made your moves, got news to get your head slayed
Terrified will be your mind state when we're close to the end
And you and your crew be sufficating under the pavement
Main event, you can't prevent the heaven sent
My mental moves, makes you fear your first attempt
You on jams with your handycams taking your moves from a movie
I fall the brain outside your head to erase your memory

Jam like a tech with correct technique

[Verse 5: Opaque]
Get your future out the draft
Before it catches the flu'
I mute you and laugh
There will be no rescue
Don't argue with me
Cause I don't care what you spit
Jam hoes through your silhouette, then I split
Wooden shit in your mouth to save your life alright
I'm a quite bright my Techniques & Styles is so tight
Versatile mic knight, straight out the V.O.T
Here, here, all rise for T.P

[Hook: Karma & Tech-Rock]