Killer Instinct - Styles of Beyond, Divine Styler

Severe case in our delivery

Any man inside my radius is ripped to smithereens

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)

«Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck»

«I-I control your body»

«Killer Instinct»

«Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck»

«I-I control your body»

«Killer-Killer Instinct»

«Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck»

«I-I control your body»

«Killer Instinct»

«Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck»

«I-I control your body»

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

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 thoughts

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 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

«I control your body»

«Killer-Killer Instinct»

«Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck»

«I-I control your body»

«Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck»

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 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 with

When it comes to

Killing with the words, I’m on some cocky-back-and-buck

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

Yo

What’s with this right here?

Styles Of Beyond

Right?

What’s all that?

This fly

This fly, what y’all know about?

Tak

Ryu

Divine Style

Audio Ski Two, what’s up

Yo

These ain’t knowin'

These ain’t knowin', son

Chill

We’re out, alright?