Divine Styler - k**er Instinct lyrics

* This album was pre-censored before its initial release; only the radio edit exists * Sample taken from the ACTUAL Nintendo/Midway/Rare arcade release "k**er 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 k**er 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 gla** with the blood from his throat (Hah) Supreme victory, mission is now complete, yeah X-Files summary, k**er instinct (k**er instinct) [Audio Ski-Two] {*scratching*} "Let us s**ers slide once" "Then I break his neck" "I-I control your body" --] Parrish Smith "k**er Instinct" --] Video Game Sample "Let us s**ers slide once" "Then I break his neck" "I control your body" "k**er-k**er Instinct" "Let us s**ers slide once" "Then I break his neck" "I control your body" "k**er Instinct" "Let us s**ers 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 k**er 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 [{*sh**'s*}] ain't zirconic My math is brick, brainstorm and build Mean scientific, profile insane k**er Instinct's j**el, 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 [{*n***as*}] than realness and burst Meal more, couldn't blast The physical graph like Jesus and ask The discipline twelve Interject, resurrects k**er Instict's j**el Hook: Divine Styler The k**er pawn, k** on my grill feel will fill With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until The k**er pawn, k** on my grill feel will fill With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until [Audio Ski-Two] {*scratching*} "I control your body" "k**er-k**er Instinct" "Let us s**ers slide once" "Then I break his body" "I control your body" {*scratching*} "Let us s**ers 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 k**er 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 m**m to keep you [{*n***as*}] 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 [{*f**ed*}] with When it comes to k**ing with the words, I'm on some co*ky-back-and-buck [{*sh***}] 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 k** Play at your own risk [Divine Styler] Yo What's with this right here? Styles Of Beyond Right? What's all that? This fly [{*n***a sh***}] This fly [{*n***as*}], what y'all know about? Tak Ryu Divine Style Audio Ski Two, what's up Yo These [{*n***as*}] ain't knowin' These [{*n***as*}] ain't knowin', son Chill We're out, alright?