Verse 1:nHey yo first things firstnIt's time to shake ground in the eighth roundnBax better & break downnFrom the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclonenStyles, yes i knownWe're the ... team, maxime....nPut 'em up, what the ****nStuff they can't breathenOff the wall spitting, n***a we're in the tag-teamnWhat's up now? jump down, stuff they cant breathenYo! you kno the routine, the demon effectnPlease, dont step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve'snThe more beef the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep togethernOk? in the club what a cheesy sweaternWhy not, we got so much street credit, the rookie police let usnNow that's bull-ish, cuz we dont act sweetnCuz i can run 10 laps in a track meetnChorus:nKeep it moving it's on nownMaking it punk rilenShaking the funk rilenRip it apart stylenFakin' the funk palnDunk watch the punknWhat now, watch your battleship get sunk downnClick, pow, nine thou, what?nJust what i thought, what's up now?nVerse 2:nHold it down, never give innStyles having your limbsnOr weather you want it to endnDirty m'again, i burn him againn05 serving them sinsnOr 30 your friends get knocked out, turbuline windnPunk'd out, what you want, take a look at my grinnI'm a fish you can tell by the flippers & fin'snC'mon, yo! i got a wack stylen... the offspring & joke with 'emnThe distort ... streamnWho am i? ... relate who & inCruising your bed, how to live .... in julynArea 51 stereo, vibe, gun livenHere we go, west soldiers, we drop somenWe're the kids in the hall, with the new lactatenBlast from both angles, a bulldog saintnSo, get up get up & let the sound hit yanSnap the ... style picture uh!n(repeat chorus)nVerse 3:nWho the **** .... upon a shellfishnIn any your style playing the ... blitznDrilling your brain, like rap & video-gamesnBut it's a **** the styles get any of your famenYo! what kind of stuff is he onnReally its styles, c'mon punk shove offnYou really gotta be gone, ripped out of your brainnScript over your lip to dispossess your ... gamenWhat's with this ... me kibbles n bitsnWe're in the street ... the globe i can't fixnGet it? i'm sick with it, when i spit the venomn& it drip's up in 'em & it get's the women in a quick dilemmanWe can settle it now, & i don't kno who did it but they said it was stylesn(repeat chorus)nClick, pow, nine thou, what? just what i thought what's up now (x2)