Lyrics Superstars / Gigantor - Styles of Beyond

Gigantor the space aged robot,
He is at your command.
Gigantor the space aged robot,
He is at your command.

We light 'em up without a glitch
In the pacific and lock wings
Shot stinger we double deep, swinging
We swap MIGs
What's up?
Are you ready to conquer the globe?
Me too!
Battle at will with the same gills we breathe through
The 20-ton 40-foot point 1
Massive attack battery pack at capacity point guns
Alkali-driven to shoot gifts, given at risk
Ripping a piece of of rhythm
Entangle ribbon, and flip like
Yo, lets plan a murder!
Start a religion and twist vision to fit further
Imprison people to listen, yo!
Split decision
More like a mic incision about
I'll beat you in the brain until your thoughts fall out
Yo, gigantic flow-frantic globe lamp
In Japan, France, and Rome dance communist anthem
Wind up on the mount with the pitcher
We toss tantrums
Rap becomes another endeavor that can't amp 'em

Yeah, yo, yo!
The G-I-G-A-N-T-O-R
What it look like
Something with a molecular form
Stepping us on that are more
Sleeping the words yet
The force
Keeping the verse gets the first
Still perfect
Plug in my circuits
Reverse it
I-I-I study my purpose
Somebody let me out of the shell
I develop the spell of the ain't shit
Would could have splashed in your face shit
Finger paint, Sasquatch, mouth full of language
Identified the foreign exchanges
See I form of styles, what?
Forever come off rough
Call me Tak, your automo-ma-bile with the till
Hand can with the mic
It's sand pikes
Centipedes
What traps
Thought who fair fight
Huh, what happened to the kicks and the clapping
Kidnapped 'em, reserved for the words and the fashion
That's why we came on land and
Picked the pockets of the sleepy
Greet me, I command it