[Intro: Dialectrix]

Yeah

That's right, yeah, yeah

Yo, my style is supreme and you gettin' crushed

Yo, my style is supreme and you gettin' crushed

Yeah, my style is supreme and you gettin' crushed

Yes, my style is supreme and you gettin' crushed

Yo, I'm stylin'

I'm stylin' on you

You're fuckin' fake

And your stylin' ain't true, yeah

[Verse 1: Dialectrix]

Yeah, yeah

I've got to say it, I'm a boss, yeah, yo, I run the shop

You come across stupid like hipsters with muffin tops

Little dummy jocks, see 'em all run their mouth

And when they do it's no surprise like Ian Thorpe coming out

I'm Joe Galuvao 'cause I'm behind the props

You think that style you got is fly but I just write it off

So what's this fashion that you're bragging about?

You think you're swaggin' on some tight shit, my jeans bagging you out

Rich kiddies use their parent's credit card and banking account

To try to match the charisma of what I have in my sound

And it is clear we are here and appear

Re-arranging style to give our scene a re-up

I proceed to redirect a teeny trend to be a leader

Standing on my own two to burn like gonorrhoea

Your heart is in to stay true, that's laughable, go pay dues

I'm marvellous with art and it's remarkable like Case 2 with

[Chorus: [?]]

Style idol, our style be wild

We don't give a damn and claim all of your titles

We're reppin' style that's extra nice

And we're flossin' on you fools who think ya game's tight

Style idol, our style be wild

We don't give a damn and claim all of your titles

We're reppin' style that's extra nice

And we're flossin' on you fools who think ya game's tight

[Verse 2: 2Buck]

Yeah, the iII collaborate calibrate the track at accurate

I kill tracks while you only take a stab at it

Brain snap way back when in the bassinet

Now cantankerous vinyl like an anchor hold it

Sink quick like Reggie Miller done the Knicks

Lick a shot (goddamn), rappers looking like they're hologram

All your holla and your squalor jam yuck, Mr

What the deal double dollar man Buck (man Buck)

And I'm a scholar of the cut

Not a follower of pre-written politicin', nup

You know the drilly, keeps it rugged and deluxe

And all you sucker ducks silly get chucked from off the mini bus

Ridiculous the way the five panel capped up

Eighty-seven max rap classic like a black tux

(And that's Buck) Chuck a 2 in front of it

Dropping twenty at the hoop for the motherfucking fun of it

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Style idol, our style be wild

We don't give a damn and claim all of your titles

We're reppin' style that's extra nice

And we're flossin' on you fools who think ya game's tight

Style idol, our style be wild

We don't give a damn and claim all of your titles

We're reppin' style that's extra nice

And we're flossin' on you fools who think ya game's tight

[Verse 3: P. Smurf]

Flossin' clean white T's, flicking beef stuck in my teeth

Dirty as hell, yellow stained speech bustin' on beats

Puffing the reef, flying in on the micro—

Phone, fashionably late on arrival

See inside my cycle, survival, ain't tryna be Michael Jackson

Or sections out of the bible, I'm repping a sound that's tribal

I reckon I found my style, perfecting my own flow

Wanna check this weapon's a cerebellum? Step in the dojo

Better make connections with dots, struck gold when the X marks it

Don't fiend for the spotlight and not sold by the next bastard

That's moulded on pop stars, shot holes in their chest target

Stop holding your breath, soon they'll be rolling the red carpet

From hardcore to trendy (trendy) it's all the same

If you mimicking something similar silicone suckers happily

Stuck in a cylinder, selling their simple soliloquies

While I spit from the soul, the heart is my target, armed with artillery from a

[Chorus: [?]]

Style idol, our style be wild

We don't give a damn and claim all of your titles

We're reppin' style that's extra nice

And we're flossin' on you fools who think ya game's tight

Style idol, our style be wild

We don't give a damn and claim all of your titles

We're reppin' style that's extra nice

And we're flossin' on you fools who think ya game's tight

[Outro: [?]]

I rep a mad style

Mad style

I rep a mad style

Mad style

I gots that mad style

Mad style