CEE's "know my style" lyrics

When I open my mouth, new things come out of my mouth

Polish all your sunglasses

I boast myself that you sound like me

Taste the ice shrimp sauce and ferment in my heart

It's like this. It's like this

I want you to put away your textbooks and concentrate on your studies

Stop talking about wearing gold and silver and get busy changing shoes

Or miss which nightclub to soak Pan Jinlian

Now, from jazz singing to talking

I'm sorry I forgot again

Return to nature, like the stubborn scorpion

Tips for leaving the prickly words on the screen

Ya dig? (huh) never ask

Keep a low profile, also choose not to default

Maybe it's because there's too much vocabulary in the brain

I don't know when I suffered from rhyming obsessive-compulsive disorder

When you ask, the symptom is that you can't bear to pronounce

Caused by excessive adrenaline secretion

It's more like an iconic style to give you a little bit

Bring 'em on and on

Take the ink in your belly and bask in it

The meaning of flow

Still sharp attitude, lyrics or sharp weapon

I took the lead in killing your hero

Turn on the light

Spit that psycho rhyme

It's been a while

Let me blow your hand in 'mind

But y’all don’t know my style(the realest… the illest… )

Y’all don’t know my style(y’all don’t y’all don’t know… huh)

Y’all don’t know my style(the realest… the illest… )

Y’all don’t know my style(y’all don’t know my style… wow)

The rhyme book is like a madman's diary

How many rappers do you have to close the door

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Speed up the heartbeat and pulse

It's already in full swing

Use this three inch tongue to shoot martial arts drama

Go the pedal to the metal

Pioneers like a bulldozer removing debris

Punch line

It's the sweet words that come from hand to hand

Sometimes it's like the galloping wild horse is out of control

Playing with literary talent is like Guo Degang in crosstalk

Let the words have more vitality

In this inherent territory, no one can replace it

I need a couple of tranquilizers

Never appear in public, the whereabouts are more secret

Brilliant rhyme is standard

The charm of all adjectives and metaphors

The nobility of street art

Teach you to mate boldly with rhythm

With my bandit logic

Continue to block the entertainment industry, loli

Don't stress the magic again

cuz I can’t stop the callin’… fallin’…

cuz I can’t stop the callin’… fallin’…

Turn on the light

Spit that psycho rhyme

It's been a while

Let me blow your hand in 'mind

But y’all don’t know my style(the realest… the illest… )

Y’all don’t know my style(y’all don’t y’all don’t know… huh)

Y’all don’t know my style(the realest… the illest… )

Y’all don’t know my style(y’all don’t know my style… wow)

(the realest… the illest… )

(y’all don’t y’all don’t know… huh)

(he realest… the illest… )

(y’all don’t know my style… wow)