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East Cost West Coast Killas
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
The mighty, mighty Aftermath...
Hath now just forced to rise
Hahahahaha
Yeah, indeed, indeed...
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 indeed, lyrical graffiti
And this one is a burner, baby
Truck, like Toyata driven
True and living, driving with the gat
Uhh. pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush
Then I flush whack material
That's if I don't mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, dare I gush
Cock-diesel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic, the Aftermath
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?
Before I bust this shit
Let's get one thing clear
Don't provoke Kris, no joke this
I don't ride no rapper's nutsack
Yo, I stay focused
Beefing without skills seeking will only weaken
The artist speaking over beats and. you be cheating
Cause half of these non-talent rappers
Claiming a coast over instrumentals
And got no real street credentials
Here come the philosopher Hip-Hopping you correctly
Ignorant ass MC's continue to attempt me
Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC's rapping causing lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox
Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
Cause your typical, non-topical
Flex the optical illusion
Weak metaphoric style you be using
I check one-two's and who's in the house
Like shit your lyrics ooze out your mouth
What you think this is?
KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
Welcome to the New World Order...
You are now under martial law...
All constitutional rights had been suspended!
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The most scandalous
Cut the bad apple, we can handle this
Coast tripping going on through out the business
East Coast, West Coast, anybody killer!
I don't give a fuck where you from
I'ma killa, Hill-er
I got crews on both sides together
Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever
Fool, I can roll through any block
From Central to Westland Avenue, without my Glock
But some niggas can't survive on both sides
So they try and break off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, better realize
True, enemy lies killing in the highrise
Office, analyzing the song
Look at them Rap niggas, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggas bringing the skill
Mad caps get peeled
If you opposed the Hill
Yeah, that's right fool, you know who
The mighty Group Therapy
The mighty, mighty Aftermath brigade
Letting all you sound boys know
You're not ready to rumble or test this
Kill that noise!
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
Now when I bomb like Sadaam
The world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples strap arms
All black on, running your spot
Hit the safe and I'm gone
Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm
Silent and calm
And blackout when the beef is on
Focus on your rap holsters, notice
I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts
Ferocious thoughts, are merging at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatching whores up, my flow's up
When the fucking world blows up
Throw your hands up, it's a holdup
Fronting like you down for the real
To make a meal but when plan fold
Nigga, you squeal like Heavy Heel
Kill that Noise!!
But what's the fucking deal?
East Coast, West Coast, anybody killer!
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast... (Killer!)
West Coast... (Killer!)
East Coast, West Coast... (Kill that noise!)
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