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Welcome... [Ryu] It's time unravel the plot Unlock the safe, searchlight, binocular spot, commposite sketch phase Tryin to apprehend the suspect Beyond typical flow Black and white cam, elevator Surveillance photo Freeze frame Still shot that skill spot Ryu in the post office [???????????] No charge penning for climbing the c[?????] wall I'm the communist, monuments On the conquest to crawl Through the barbed wire fences And motion censor detectors Code within my sentence That cracks foreign defenses Mention my name to no one Let's keep it top secret Classify my digital mind Letras de cancionesSo you can peep it [Tak] It's a mystery unable to explain But strange How we connect from Two complete diffe-rent sides of The terrain (hah) 2000 Fold Sean Connery code name No mysterious chemistry overcame So while the beat bangs Everybody's doin' the same Spittin out repetitious Bull crap That you thought wouldn't change [Ryu] Retracin' my tracks back to my birthplace A hollogram, seein' things never there In the first place Chase my image like a figment And fantasy, What you tellin' me? Evertime I rhyme I chalk up another felony The last action hero on the planet Evidently, when they ask who's Tiger Chan Act like you never met me [hook] [Styles of Beyond] This ain't your average everday rap song We ain't the average group cause our 'styles beyond' So, how we keep this chosen mystery unsolved Nobody knows, 2000 (2000) Fold...x2 [Tak] Ayo, 2000 fold, everybody's still searchin' Lookin' for that voice that they never heard in person Radio in-tennas and television screens Attractin' this signal that's universally recieved Styles of Beyond, the normal type of flow The ones that discover the way to hype the show With the uh ah (haha) Oh my god the real came back Two of the most incredible ever on the same track [Ryu] Code red operation That we're takin' back hip hop Dead or alive behind enemy lines Hear the pen drop The album 2000 aftermath Rock the [????] Wearin' a meat necklace Two steps from hungry jaguars Wreck a track faster than nascars In black, snatchin' hip hop tonight And you ain't takin' it back Thought you had it stashed Like a nine milli financial weapon Now it's time for the S-O-B And nine thousand is steppin' [Tak] Travelin' slowly through every channel And laboratory samples Now a national geographical panoramic anthem Exposed as one of the seven gases No evidence 'shown' but now the 'globe' Is full of ashes We just some auditory creatures Creepin' out your speakers Delinquents usually understand it's frequent +The Mighty Bostone+ relatin the mor-se code Exchangin the body suits of our clones yeah... Welcome... [Styles of Beyond] Yo, you gotta mic But your time won't last Cause when we in the ring Everything moves fast And we takin' care of biz In this hip hop show If you in the front row Then you might just know So what's the crew? S-O-B That's the click I'm from Bottom line either get down Or get done...ugh [Tak] Ayo, this just in, at five foot ten, mysterious african Slight build, [????] with nice skills Over by the ledge, breif case, twistin his dreds Developin' a way to repel against the [????] asshole All in the favor of the S-O-B Get yo ass to the store, purchase the CD [Ryu] As we close the first chapter In the book of mystery All that's left is a three minute And changed legacy Subconciously stained styles on your memory Releasin' all the primal first century Tendencies on my enemies Got you on candid camera Through my gamma vision glasses Starin' at drops quick as clocks tick Time passes, tide rips One wrecks the other destroys Now the two deadliest warheads Have been employed [hook...] From Letras Mania