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Styles Of Beyond f/ Divine Styler - Текст песни Killer Instinct *
* This album was pre-censored before its initial release; only the radio edit exists
 * Sample taken from the ACTUAL Nintendo/Midway/Rare arcade release "Killer Instinct"
 [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 thoughtsStyles Of Beyond f/ Divine Styler - Killer Instinct * - http://ru.motolyrics.com/styles-of-beyond-f-divine-styler/killer-instinct-lyrics.html
 Real wall galatics
 In a crime case
 Of time and space, I made
 Royal lit from my lesson
 Keep it real laced
 Hotter than a gates, some spots to guard first
 Work more [{*niggas*}] than realness and burst
 Meal more, couldn't blast
 The physical graph like Jesus and ask
 The discipline twelve
 Interject, resurrects
 Killer Instict's jewel
 Hook: Divine Styler
 The killer pawn, kill on my grill feel will fill
 With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until
 The killer pawn, kill on my grill feel will fill
 With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until
 [Audio Ski-Two]
 {*scratching*}
 "I control your body"
 "Killer-Killer Instinct"
 "Let us suckers slide once"
 "Then I break his body"
 "I control your body"
 {*scratching*}
 "Let us suckers slide once"
 "Then I break his neck"
 [Verse 3: Ryu]
 I'm gonna hit 'em with Deadly Venom phenomenal fangs
 The forked tongue, the shogun with the irrational slang
 Tactical, techniques and killer instincts, erratic
 Body shots, nobody blocks, the ill thoughts I think
 Styles Of Beyond and all affiliated techs
 Nintendo business like Sinatra and his mafia connection
 No questions
 I'm buggin'
 Like Proof Ladi Texan
 Go bananas in Muslim to keep you [{*niggas*}] guessin'
 Big circle, little circle, question mark, dot
 Bitin' off the bad apple like commercial crops
 Fool, you can't see me
 Go find someone to spy on
 Cause I'm so fly, I take bats and malathion
 Spray me all day, but I come back for more
 Strapped like a Palestinian rebel ready for war
 Never no more
 Will I be [{*fucked*}] with
 When it comes to
 Killing with the words, I'm on some cocky-back-and-buck [{*shit*}]
 Tak and Shinryu, you know that kid that go for dolo
 Love lies, angles and rhymes like Marco Polo
 Oh no, the kid with that ill lyrical gift
 Natural instincts to kill
 Play at your own risk
 [Divine Styler]
 Yo
 What's with this right here?
 Styles Of Beyond
 Right?
 What's all that?
 This fly [{*nigga shit*}]
 This fly [{*niggas*}], what y'all know about?
 Tak
 Ryu
 Divine Style
 Audio Ski Two, what's up
 Yo
 These [{*niggas*}] ain't knowin'
 These [{*niggas*}] ain't knowin', son
 Chill
 We're out, alright?
















