"Researchers have found that the sense Of balance comes in part from fluid" [Chorus:] Take a drink a replentish the fluids, make you think Ahhhhhh Got to get your fluids [Peril-L] It's the most prominant new, East coast dominant crew Not the one to play maintain, how you gonna stay same? When my style's a runaway train, giving heads deviated septums Toxicating the living dead, inebriated I left you Stumbling quick, the verbal interceptor crumbling clicks With the drunken scipts leaving sunken ships humbling tricks, mumbling sh** From 216 to 610, sun vibes got you feeling swell, Gun live watched the Illadelph Complex, not inferior, my rhyme wrecks interior parts Send fear in your hearts, underground I never hear of your charts Clearing your arteries, the flow master Like refillable ink, replentishing fluids no blemishes through it It's syllables sinking your cerebrum, sk**ful Chink you didn't believe him What the f** I'll make you think, take your drink then decieve him The lyrical shape shifter, spiritual weight lifter With the great gift of gab, yeah yeah, hah [Chorus x4] [Styles] Record companies are just like Weight Watchers They take your loot then make you less, stopping more popular But sure as cream and Khalua scream through my intravenus fluid I'm not going to be able to do it My posse's too X-streme for such schemes My crushing dreams is just a part of half of rapping is the riches now Got your neck snapping harder than Barbra Eden granting wishes Hah! (Yeah, that kid is ill!) That's right The extra sk** I take back will never end I'll blow away your whole career like Divine and Hugh Grant Now who's the true champion? Say "Styles" the man beyond you you're right Best learn my name, I burn the stage and turn a phrase like Vanna White Command the mic, lots of crabs want to tap my whole division You're lacking motor ripping, won't survive the cold listen Have you in a prone position You lost you rep, your face, on top of that your whole tradition [Chorus x4] [Chops] Never forgetting where I come from cause I leave a trail of crumbs Like Hansel and Grettle, I don't play, That is unless I have a chance at a metal You don't say, cats flooding the gas advancing the petal It's okay, I provide you with a spark and we get it burning To get you open like a transplant surgeon, Giving MC's a change of heart Act like you know, but that ain't quite so Cause you always turning playing the part, but yo the doctor is in And so Chops can begin, mostly skin and bones but I be boning skins Get your a** waxed like Parafin, You should have stayed a little embarra**ing Pale in comparison, it's the three Asian-Americans bros with The focus on k**ing vice, it's like overdoses, So just step like aerobics courses I'll fold your forces, hold your horses Cause I put heads to bed like The Godfather Hip-hop is kinda scary Cause a lot of cats is talking out their a** like Jim Carrey And saying nada, but I know "The Time" like Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis Man you got to get your fluids [Chorus x4]