East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)
Verse One: RBX
While childish MC`s battle over coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump
I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump
The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental
custom designed, for instrumental
Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti
And this one`s a burner, baby
Truck, like Toyata driven
True and livin drivin with the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush
Then I flush wack material
That`s if I don`t mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, dare I gush
Cock-diezel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)
Verse Two: KRS-One
Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?
Before I bust your shit let`s get one thing clear
Don`t provoke Kris no joke this
I don`t ride no rapper`s nutsac yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast
over instrumentals, ain`t got no real street credentials
Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly
Ignorant ass MC`s continue to tempt me
Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC`s rappin causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox
Yet I`m still unknown like the X on Sadat
Just your typical, non-topical
Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin
I check one-two`s and who`s in the house
Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
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