H.A.W.K. - Techniques & Styles '99 lyrics

[Verse 1: Karma] I pa** 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 ma**, intact when I impact In fact you in lack of flows fat you sense that Interactive, f** being attractive Radiant remedy, radioactive Correct techniques [Hook: Karma & Tech-Rock] 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) T.P. coming through You wanna try my crew? Step up kid and bust a rhyme or two [Verse 2: Son of Light] 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 pits of peril My style bears fruits What are you if not sterile? [Verse 3: Diaz] 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 k**ed, 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 [Hook: Karma & Tech-Rock] [Verse 4: Tech-Rock] 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 [Verse 5: Opaque] 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 sh** 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 V.O.T Here, here, all rise for T.P [Hook: Karma & Tech-Rock]