Styles Of Beyond

feat. Divine Styler
[Verse 1: Takbir]
Severe case in our delivery
Any man inside my radius is ripped to smitherines
Jump over guillotines
Tracks like safari
My persona mines
By the time we finish sparring
Moving target victim
Back 'em in the corner, let Sabrewulf sick 'em
With a Ultra Combo hit
97 megabit
Then I strangle with the cord joystick genesis
Territory sabotage, here comes the killer rhyme clique, now
To the last hour
Infrared lead scope
The view from my tower
To swoop in my preying source
Into clam chowder
Evaporate opponents
And turn 'em into powder, this is Styles Of Beyond
Traces from the swamp, footsteps in the gravel
Broken necks and backs remain from the battle
Splittin' water creaks over warrior's drum beats
Slice the swiss cheese, devour the raw meat
All hail to the king, place a toast (What)
Champagne glass with the blood from his throat (Hah)
Supreme victory, mission is now complete, yeah
X-Files summary, killer instinct (Killer instinct)
[Audio Ski-Two]
{*scratching*}
"Let us suckers slide once"
"Then I break his neck"
"I-I control your body" --> Parrish Smith
"Killer Instinct" --> Video Game Sample
"Let us suckers slide once"
"Then I break his neck"
"I control your body"
"Killer-Killer Instinct"
"Let us suckers slide once"
"Then I break his neck"
"I control your body"
"Killer Instinct"
"Let us suckers slide once"
"Then I break his-then I break his neck"
"I control your body"
[Verse 2: Divine Styler]
Who ran from the lesson and tried to penetrate the order
Lightning portal, a direct combat
Rapundel ran from the lesson and become a lesser son
Only one per universe, two revolver run
Who wants to settle like the scam and adds
Killer Instinct's black thoughts a virtual den
In the vision of my dome, but now I'm a shine chrome
My points measure my cubic
[{*Shit's*}] ain't zirconic
My math is brick, brainstorm and build
Mean scientific, profile insane
Killer Instinct's jewel, represents the red
Smokin' murder dialect, digital my distance
I works the virtual verse to motion
Sheet hit my shadow and shook my crown
My blave undercross sweater, jeans and blouse
I rips the frame, might of town I reflect
Subconnect
Supreme advance
Motivate in advanced
Techinque advance
Sent freaks to profess
I burn a rhyme circuit
With the face and manifest
And the rest shield thoughts
Real wall galatics