You Want A Style Like This... [Taigo Onez 2025 Remix]

Coming hard from the intro on a house track You wear a crown? You might as well give me that You’re not a real king, I’m the real thing Wild like an animal, smooth like whip cream And Imma whip ya, zip your lip, rip your rep Tear your ego, leave you on the edge of death So come in peace, or face the rage of beast Who gets ruffer, every time a rhyme’s released Rhyme addict, wise on the microphone King of the brainstorm, nicknamed thunderdome Hard as hell, striking like lightning Reign supreme cause I keep the crowd hype and cheering Cause they like what they’re hearing, I drop science year out and year in Cause I’m gifted, mentally uplifted You want a style like this? Then come get it! You want style like Wildstyle? You got a long while Couldn’t do it, even if I showed you how You don’t have the mentality, nor originality But yet, you wanna battle me? With your weak rhyme, you’re just small time I can’t waste time, I’m out to get mine And I’mma reach and get it, hold it, now, hit it Or hit a punk trying to get wit My style, so just step back Rhyme combat, that’s what I’m best at It’s a rap thing, champ in the rhyme wing Give me the belt, I’m the heavyweight rhyme king And my DJ? He get live Cuts a record so fast, think your table’s on 45 Cause he’s gifted, mentally lifted You want a style like his? Then come get it I write rhymes for the hardcore lyricists The average person might not get into this Cause it’s too complex and too hi-tech Too many metaphors you can’t get So that’s why we drop the drop tracks That you can’t dance to, and you like that So admit that, I’m a hit act Tryin’ to diss this? Just forget that I’m a warrior, lyrically militant You had the spotlight, now I’m stealing it From in front of your eyes Not trying to be sly, that’s for soft guys I’m a hardrock, front you, diss you Spit a freestyle, dismiss you Cause I’m gifted, mentally uplifted You want a style like this? Come get it (LONG BREAK BEFORE THIS VERSE) Metaphors are a mind game, and I’m winning (when in…) …The party I get hype when Maxx starts spinning From beginning to end, every cut and blend He stay dope, spin fast as a whirlwind Bust a dope mix, do the quick tricks To add flavor, I drop lyrics Come across; hype, dope or smooth like this Or come hard and just diss Or discipline those who claim they’re just listening But the bit, now they’re missing In action from a lyrical hijack You slept, now you’re on a milk carton, you get that? I hope so, cause you’re walking a rope so Thin it’s bound to break, why am I so dope? YO Cause I’m gifted, mentally uplifted You wanna style like this, then,,,come…and…get…it!