Many Styles

[Intro] And you don't stop (right) You got Original Flavour (right) We bout to blow it up (right) I got a couple of friends with me [Chorus] Many styles, many styles (You know we got) Many styles, many styles (You know we got) Many styles, many styles (You know we got) Many styles, many styles (You know we got) [Verse 1] 16 bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F Don't say another (shh!) Don't take another Mic check One, One, checky two What's this? The old switcharoo, huh! These nigga's are nice, these nigga's are nice, so nice I had to say it twice, twiggy twice Better jet, nothing can stop the collision I seen it first with my bionic vision In 93 I'm rough rugged and real Just look at the grill, run for the hills this is not a drill Moving, moving on, out of control Rap's in my soul Brr, I feel cold Yo I break it down, I break the sound down to the underground Now how that sound? Yo , I'm totally awesome, somebody get me off them Too late, we lost him [Chorus] [Verse 2 Jay Z] Whenever you hear the footsteps, yo Hit before you dash ready set No, don't wait, go Just split, better make a nigga quickety quick quick quick So you know the tick tick time when I rhyme I rip to bits I'm thick dropping these lyrics like bricks Before I get ghost hurry up catch a flick Clink Straight up and down like I'm loving your dip My target: pick, pick, pick Never miss when I shoot it's swift Flip like Mary Lou Riff, witnesses seen from carry too So follow the fever pitch, which, way Is which, before you figured it out I done switch Ain't that a bitch? The way it bumps Ugh You got an itch Creep the [?] the mic and throw it in a ditch It's no more good when me and my boys from the hood Get a hoe, better go go while you could bitch [Chorus] [Verse 3] And it don't stop Check out the mega mic check From hell Invite the devil from the lower level Lucifer told me to grab the mic and light up your fucking crew What can you do? Go get your crew Do you want (What) Do you want (What) Shit, now you nigga's know my damn status Ain't no shame in my game I claims to be baddest With my spiritual lyrical dramatical ramificational swift rhythm But if you riff I be slamming your vision to the brick wall As soon as you call your crew, well Tell you what I'm gonna do Check it out Right, you know that the kid can flow I'm light in the ass but still a heavy handed hitter like Riddick Bowe I swings with the eyes of the tiger Party reviver Bitch's are killed by my saliva cause my shit is liver [Chorus] [Verse 4] Spitted it out, spitted it at em In and out my cruzanium It's Freshco, spraying em I'm super like shazam Allergic, to wack shit I'm ripping the mic in a way that can't be touched or debated and I'm wetting the panties Look at a man who's wrecking his hands Damn, she's bout to get some air fresh Original, flavorful, affectional, be some old sick noise shit Ballistical Grab on my nuts, blow Oh my god, yo he's dope [?] show [?] My style is hotter than lying on fire naked Styles for any many plenty girls in frenzy You couldn't take me out if I came in a Benzy Box I rented it out [?] Many fucking stidyles [Chorus] x2