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Verse One: RBX<br /><br />While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts <br />I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts<br />If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump<br />I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump<br />The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental<br />custom designed, for instrumental<br />Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti<br />And this one's a burner, baby<br />Truck, like Toyata driven<br />True and livin drivin with the gat<br />Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush<br />Then I flush wack material<br />That's if I don't mash them all to mush<br />Hush, let me burst, dare I gush<br />Cock-diezel cuts<br />Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic<br /><br />East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)<br /><br />Verse Two: KRS-One<br /><br />Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?<br />Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear<br />Don't provoke Kris no joke this<br />I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused<br />Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken<br />The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin<br />Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast<br />over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials<br />Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly<br />Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me<br />Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock<br />Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock<br />Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox<br />Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat<br />Just your typical, non-topical<br />Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin<br />I check one-two's and who's in the house<br />Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth<br />Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!<br /><br />East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)<br /><br />Welcome to the New World Order<br />You are now under martial law<br />All constituional rights have been suspended<br /><br />Verse Three: B-Real<br /><br />The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this<br />Coast trippin goin on through out the business<br />East Coast West Coast anybody killer!<br />I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er<br />I got crews on both sides together<br />Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever<br />Fool I can roll through any block<br />from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock<br />But some niggaz can't survive on both sides<br />So they try and break off, eliminate ties<br />Fools got to get wise, better realize<br />True, enemy lies killin in the highrise<br />office, analyzing the song<br />Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along<br />Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill<br />Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill<br /><br />Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy<br />The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know<br />You're not ready to rumble or test this<br />Kill that noise!<br /><br />East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)<br /><br />Verse Four: Nas Escobar<br /><br />Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan<br />Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon<br />I be the twelve disciples strap arms<br />All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone<br />Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm<br />Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on<br />Focus on your rap holsters, notice<br />I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts<br />Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night<br />Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white<br />I'm wrapped in a turban for spite<br />Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up<br />When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up<br />It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real<br />to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal<br />like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?<br /><br />East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X)
Letra nueva de la canción
Verse One: RBX<br /><br />While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts <br />I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts<br />If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump<br />I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump<br />The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental<br />custom designed, for instrumental<br />Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti<br />And this one's a burner, baby<br />Truck, like Toyata driven<br />True and livin drivin with the gat<br />Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush<br />Then I flush wack material<br />That's if I don't mash them all to mush<br />Hush, let me burst, dare I gush<br />Cock-diezel cuts<br />Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic<br /><br />East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)<br /><br />Verse Two: KRS-One<br /><br />Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?<br />Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear<br />Don't provoke Kris no joke this<br />I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused<br />Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken<br />The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin<br />Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast<br />over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials<br />Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly<br />Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me<br />Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock<br />Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock<br />Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox<br />Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat<br />Just your typical, non-topical<br />Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin<br />I check one-two's and who's in the house<br />Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth<br />Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!<br /><br />East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)<br /><br />Welcome to the New World Order<br />You are now under martial law<br />All constituional rights have been suspended<br /><br />Verse Three: B-Real<br /><br />The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this<br />Coast trippin goin on through out the business<br />East Coast West Coast anybody killer!<br />I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er<br />I got crews on both sides together<br />Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever<br />Fool I can roll through any block<br />from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock<br />But some niggaz can't survive on both sides<br />So they try and break off, eliminate ties<br />Fools got to get wise, better realize<br />True, enemy lies killin in the highrise<br />office, analyzing the song<br />Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along<br />Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill<br />Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill<br /><br />Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy<br />The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know<br />You're not ready to rumble or test this<br />Kill that noise!<br /><br />East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)<br /><br />Verse Four: Nas Escobar<br /><br />Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan<br />Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon<br />I be the twelve disciples strap arms<br />All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone<br />Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm<br />Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on<br />Focus on your rap holsters, notice<br />I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts<br />Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night<br />Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white<br />I'm wrapped in a turban for spite<br />Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up<br />When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up<br />It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real<br />to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal<br />like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?<br /><br />East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X)
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