Warlocks, Diaz, Opaque, Son Of Light - Techniques & Styles '99 lyrics
[Warlocks, Diaz, Opaque, Son Of Light - Techniques & Styles '99 lyrics]
I pass through stages, cats mad courageous
Broadcast flavors that'll last for ages
Yeah outrageous bell fast blasting
Trhashing backstages
Cracking up actors while I'm
Cashing in favors in lack of behaviors
Rhymes in stacks of pages
Rampage rappers, holy soul saviors
Crash and collide worldwide collapse
Synapses engages in tactical contact
Critical mass, intact when I impact
In fact you in lack of
Flows fat you sense that
Interactive, fuck being attractive
Radiant remedy, radioactive
Correct techniques
Techniques & Styles we combine the two
To mix up the boo that is rhyme in you
The truth is shining through
You wanna try my crew?
Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two
Techniques & Styles part two
Bringing the whole crew make your mind go
(woo) tP coming through
You wanna try my crew?
Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two
From the beginning of time
Mowed my techniques
The best kept physique complete and unique
The sound to activate, shines that captivate
Minds ejaculate, rhymes evaporate
Blind, blind, rhyme mankind
Break the scale prime showing 3 point 9
Lead no blind into pit's of peril
My style bears fruit's
What are you if not sterile?
We stay close like mariachis to the guitars
I throw my raps against
Heaven and split stars
I spit harsh, one breath, 200 bars
So hot my vocal maneuvers
Might cause a mirage better dodge
I'm no longer with Chico like DeBarge
But a man
That will hold my own ground and take charge
Rap's harsh, no asthmas
Wipe that off your grill
Bite that and be killed, over mics we get ill
Your girl get filled
I'm thinking long terms and bill
Sweat spill in this proffesion
I'm the most real a&R are left thrilled
With no signings fullfilled
In cyphers I made the next MC up just chill
On my first mission figure out a
Freeze from the back spin
Air tracks and top rocks
Time for some action
Put your mics down and let's
Battle in the B-Boy fashion
Crashing crews, we pay dues for a decade
I made your moves
Got news to get your head slayed
Terrified will be your mind state when
We're close to the end
And you and your crew be
Sufficating under the pavement
Main event, you can't prevent the heaven sent
My mental moves
Makes you fear your first attempt
You on jams with your handycams taking
Your moves from a movie
I fall the brain outside your
Head to erase your memory
Jam like a tech with correct technique
Get your future out the draft
Before it catches the flu'
I mute you and laugh there will be no rescue
Don't argue with me
Cause, I don't care what you spit
Jam hoes through your silhouette
Then I split wooden shit in your mouth to
Save your life alright
I'm a quite bright my Techniques
& Styles is so tight
Versatile mic knight, straight out the VOT
Here, here, all rise for TP
Broadcast flavors that'll last for ages
Yeah outrageous bell fast blasting
Trhashing backstages
Cracking up actors while I'm
Cashing in favors in lack of behaviors
Rhymes in stacks of pages
Rampage rappers, holy soul saviors
Crash and collide worldwide collapse
Synapses engages in tactical contact
Critical mass, intact when I impact
In fact you in lack of
Flows fat you sense that
Interactive, fuck being attractive
Radiant remedy, radioactive
Correct techniques
Techniques & Styles we combine the two
To mix up the boo that is rhyme in you
The truth is shining through
You wanna try my crew?
Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two
Techniques & Styles part two
Bringing the whole crew make your mind go
(woo) tP coming through
You wanna try my crew?
Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two
From the beginning of time
Mowed my techniques
The best kept physique complete and unique
The sound to activate, shines that captivate
Minds ejaculate, rhymes evaporate
Blind, blind, rhyme mankind
Break the scale prime showing 3 point 9
Lead no blind into pit's of peril
My style bears fruit's
What are you if not sterile?
We stay close like mariachis to the guitars
I throw my raps against
Heaven and split stars
I spit harsh, one breath, 200 bars
So hot my vocal maneuvers
Might cause a mirage better dodge
I'm no longer with Chico like DeBarge
But a man
That will hold my own ground and take charge
Rap's harsh, no asthmas
Wipe that off your grill
Bite that and be killed, over mics we get ill
Your girl get filled
I'm thinking long terms and bill
Sweat spill in this proffesion
I'm the most real a&R are left thrilled
With no signings fullfilled
In cyphers I made the next MC up just chill
On my first mission figure out a
Freeze from the back spin
Air tracks and top rocks
Time for some action
Put your mics down and let's
Battle in the B-Boy fashion
Crashing crews, we pay dues for a decade
I made your moves
Got news to get your head slayed
Terrified will be your mind state when
We're close to the end
And you and your crew be
Sufficating under the pavement
Main event, you can't prevent the heaven sent
My mental moves
Makes you fear your first attempt
You on jams with your handycams taking
Your moves from a movie
I fall the brain outside your
Head to erase your memory
Jam like a tech with correct technique
Get your future out the draft
Before it catches the flu'
I mute you and laugh there will be no rescue
Don't argue with me
Cause, I don't care what you spit
Jam hoes through your silhouette
Then I split wooden shit in your mouth to
Save your life alright
I'm a quite bright my Techniques
& Styles is so tight
Versatile mic knight, straight out the VOT
Here, here, all rise for TP