Lyrics:

(Sample taken from the Nintendo/Midway/Rare arcade release 'Killer Instinct')

Severe case in our delivery
Any man inside my radius is ripped to smithereens
Jump over guillotines
Tracks like safari
Might be sodomized
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 Killa Rhyme Klik
Now to the last hour
Infrared lead scope
The view from my tower
To swoop in my preying source
In my clam chowder
Evaporate opponents
And turn 'em into powder, it's a Styles of Beyond
Traces from the swamp, footsteps in the gravel
Broken necks and backs remain from the battle
Splittin' water creeks over warrior's drum beats
Slice the Swiss cheese, devour the raw meat
All hail to the king, place a toast (What)
Champagne glass with the blood from his throat (Hah)
Supreme victory, mission is now complete, yeah
X-Files summary, killer instinct (Killer instinct)

{*scratching*}
'Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck'
'I-I control your body'
'Killer Instinct'
'Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck'
'I-I control your body'
'Killer-Killer Instinct'
'Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck'
'I-I control your body'
'Killer Instinct'
'Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck'
'I-I control your body'

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
Killer 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
ain't zirconic
My math is brick, brainstorm and build
Mean scientific, profile insane
Killer Instinct's jewel, 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 Boba Fett
I burn a rhyme circuit
With the face and manifest
And arrest your 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 than realness and burst
Meal more, couldn't blast
The physical graph like Jesus of Naz
The discipline twelve
Interject, resurrects
Killer Instict's jewel

Hook: Divine Styler
The killer pawn, kill on my grill feel will fill
With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until
The killer pawn, kill on my grill feel will fill
With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until

{*scratching*}
'I control your body'
'Killer-Killer Instinct'
'Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck'
'I-I control your body'
{*scratching*}
'Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck'

I'm gonna hit 'em with Deadly Venom phenomenal fangs
The forked tongue, the shogun with the irrational slang
Tactical, techniques and killer instincts, erratic
Body shots, nobody blocks, the ill thoughts I think
Styles Of Beyond and all affiliated techs
Handle business like Sinatra and his mafia connection
No questions
I'm buggin'
Like Proof Ladi Texan
Go bananas in Muslim to keep you 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 baths in 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 with
When it comes to
Killing with the words, I'm also cockin back and buckin'
Tigerchan Ryu, you know that kid that go for dolo
Love, lines, angles and rhymes like Marco Polo
Oh no, the kid with the ill lyrical gift
Natural instincts to kill
Play at your own risk

Yo
What's with this right here?
Styles of Beyond
Right?
What's all that?
This fly
This fly , what y'all know about?
Tak
Ryu
Divine Style
Audio Ski Two, what's up
Yo
These ain't knowin'
These ain't knowin', son
Chill
We're out, alright?