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letra de round 'em up - styles of beyond

[verse 1: ryu]
yo, i keep hacking
packing bricks and crack whips on your wack cliques plastic fashion
send ’em a heat package, the plastic zips
you’re relapsing, but yo when that happens that’s it
you’re backwards, head strapped on a wood cactus
floating through wild traffic, amazing as magic
moving, the whole city applauds
i’ma rock around my town, to the silliest broad
so what’s really involved is just pity and loss
and get smacked in your jaw ’til you’re sh-tting your drawers
stop playing around
pop lay in the ground, slip to darkness
stash you with pterodactyls, rip your carcass
light a match if they know whether we’re chrome
or poon juice, straight dripping off your skeleton bones
calcium stored in jars with a letter from home
the aroma roams like a sprint cellular phone
but who cares, in a few years you and your piece
would disappear with your hoop gear, looking for freaks
so sit down with your cristal, flashy women, i’d rather
sip crown with a splash of seven and then
split clouds with a mac-11
then clip clowns in their face with a jagged weapon
i keep stepping for the crew i’m from
with 3 seconds you could pop like i chew on gum
so hang it up and retire your jersey
for now it’s over, closed curtain, expiring early
but, how could anybody be out here ahead of us?
enlarge again v.i.n.cent, let’s try to identify it
united states

[verse 2: ryu]
on the microphone i’m no joke i can prove it
there ain’t nothing like punk rock music
hit the truck stop, move it
more props than i know what to do with, i’m the new kid
on the block and as soon as i bust it
i’m a bring heat ’til my shotguns rusted
hush all the beef up, rush your team
all the punks underneath us duck and leave
we tuck submachine guns
hug the beat ’til it can’t breathe
and squeeze ’til your lungs are pre p-ss
soup or salad, i serve emcees
i deuce deuce in your palate, kids eat free
i shoot shoot through the valley
nuff respect
your whole crew is all booty like puffy’s ex
captain dangerous
just like glock, we manufactured the banger
bumping your block, it’s like, time changes
i remain parked, i’m full of spark and ageless
like d-ck clark, and i pull apart your brains with
language so sick, it infects your pancreas
extra clip, at close ranges
wet the tip with cocaine, it’s a
dope game but i’m not to be played with
you can’t fade us
we run california like governor gray davis
come in a blazer, got gum on your grave, it’s
ryu and tak we poke fun at your favorites
like it or not, we both neighbors
smoke flavored, shot that don’t graze ’em, hit the pot like slots in vegas, in-
toxicated, lots of pain with anguish off the chain i can chop a name with
helicopter blades that’ll slice your veins up
you know my name, tigerchan you b-ttf-ck
[chorus: tak]
round ’em up we got ’em all in the bag
cast away, we let the baseline drag
hit them with a verse and watch ’em draw last
living for the thirst is something we call cash

maximilian, help me, listen to me, help, listen! somebody

but the mindless humanoids

- styles of beyond

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