Styles Of Beyond

TAKBIR:
Ayo, I got no cash, no money, funds, no dividends
How come all these people got so much money to spend
While I'm cruisin inside of my broken down Honda Accord
Wishin I had a dollar bill to throw in the tank
but obvioulsy ridin' on 'E's' a deadly thing
So I step to Willy Big, lookin for pocket change
He pulled out some champagne, so happy to celebrate
I was like, nah man, I need chips, let's get it straight
So right before I jetted he slapped me a couple bucks
I knew where I was headed, for gasoline that's unleaded
Would the derelect regret it or is that the way they thought though?
I don't know, I'm cheap so I slid up into the Arco
2 dollars and 56 cents on 23
Exit off of Winnetka to enter Canoga P
Now everybody be bumpin and whippin the steering wheel
To something that's undiscovered but waitin to be revealed
While we rockin, beats that's knockin, yea,
Ryu and Tak and, turn on the radio, the Wake Up Show, what,
Ninety-two, ugh, we hype when we . . . true
Yo, we are, from a, what, Style of Beyond and
We, would, like, to rock, for you and you,
(VOICE:)
Rockin our radio station here, in the San Fernando Valley
(S-O-B), at least thirty fatalaties, rockin our, San Fernando Valley
RYU:
Sippin half a cup of decaf, coffee with milk
Overlookin the Valley smog like I'm walkin on stilts
In the basement of the Los Angeles basin ragin war
The weapons are chasin full scale invasions, hit the floor
When the Saticoy and Roscoe block proximity mines
Explode into a rhyme and out the numeric time code
Now let me flip back into fly mode (chill)
Dollar dollar bill, more like 99 cents
For Schlitz malt liquor 40 ounce over the hill
Kickin freestyles, stumblin words have you wonderin
I rock your mics, til your spotlights are tan underin