Ryu and Tak, Demigodz Green Lantern, Scoop DeVille This kid is only seventeen, man He's about to be a problem So let's get right to it and groove Ain
(feat. Celldweller) Get ready Get ready, get set Get ready, get set, let's roll Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll Road warrior in a bit of petrol
(feat. Mike Shinoda) It's the real authentic Leave ya'll dented Forget what ya heard If I said it, I meant it Did it for real While ya'll pretended
the sound hit ya Snap it's already ya style picture (Lot electrical) [Chorus] [Tak:] Who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfish Shinnin' in your style
up, automatic love The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
cluck to these Better yet, we'd have to [?] these Rhyme styles that i rock all night Devote for the [?] turn barry white, my insight Is far beyond the
no make it four anything else (Vitamin C pills and orange juice) what are you drinking gin (no dude its the shroomz) the shroomz? (what?) yeah thats some other
I-395 You just run into a bunch of dead end streets Niggas with wifebeaters and bare feet That's right, I'm talking straight goon style Go beyond that
out the twelve Benz And then we get the bam-ba-zee from one-ten Or is it further up? Plus my style murder ducks So what the fuck, you got the mic turned
boogie flicks Far beyond space so niggaz say your grace It's a True Lie that I bring drama like Schwarzeneggar When a baby, I had other babies in labor
Boy your boy sound choked with the next man's style Between your teeth tongue and throat like Got to wash your mouth out with soap My penstroke, is leavin' other
neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing In other
mascara We operate within this artificial opera I bring hip hop terror like the Fuhrer, the Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll structure a style
loud Start banging on my door to turn it down My response to my mother when she starts knockin Is come on mum I'm just rockin (rockin) (ready rock c) This style
You don't know now but you gon' find out! i don't think that im'a sleep tonight my name is Aceyalone keep it tight them other fools just cant freak
samples from the rust Penetrate the crust then trust no living Driven by the sonic, language passion Your ashes spark the flashes, of the neon From beyond
shit is what it feel like I will be displayin', lyrical styles, I'm saying Lyrical styles from the miracle child Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on
