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
life to leave as free men their own style but the time moves on and we're here just for a while then we die [VERS 2] I'm going even beyond the ancient
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
possible. Until such time may the winds be at your back, the dice be kind, and the Gods turn the occasional blind eye. sincerely yours beyond the clouds beyond
'm left with a spark Alone, you got beyond the haze and I'm lost inside the maze I guess I'm all alone in love I look into your eyes You turn the other
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
within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style
a woman not a child So think of this, and when I look in your eyes Because... I like your style [singer ad libs "I like your style" and other phrases
five, check it [Intro] Space - the final frontier These are the voyages, of the Ultramagnetic MC's To boldly go, where no other rapper has gone before To examine the universe, reconstruct the styles
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
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
