East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
[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 Knievel 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 Toyota driven
True and livin drivin 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
East coast killer, West coast killer [x4]
[KRS-One]
Yo, why do they make me want to 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 nut sack yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacophony 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 cell block
Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voice box
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
What you think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
Welcome to the New World Order
You are now under martial law
All constitutional rights have been suspended
[B-Real]
The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
Coast trippin goin on through out the business
East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a f*ck where you from I'ma Killa Hiller
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 niggaz can't survive on both sides
So they try and break off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, better realize
True, enemy lies killin in the high rise office,
Analyzing the song
Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
Mad caps get peeled if you oppose 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 [x8]
[Nas]
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 mergin at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the f*ckin world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
To make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
Like Heavy Heel, but what's the f*ckin deal?
East coast killer, West coast killer [x16]
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Written by: STUART CRAIG BULLARD, ERIC COLLINS, ANDRE YOUNG, LAWRENCE PARKER, NASIR JONES, LOUIS FREESE
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East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
[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 Knievel 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 Toyota driven
True and livin drivin 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
East coast killer, West coast killer [x4]
[KRS-One]
Yo, why do they make me want to 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 nut sack yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacophony 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 cell block
Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voice box
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
What you think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
Welcome to the New World Order
You are now under martial law
All constitutional rights have been suspended
[B-Real]
The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
Coast trippin goin on through out the business
East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a f*ck where you from I'ma Killa Hiller
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 niggaz can't survive on both sides
So they try and break off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, better realize
True, enemy lies killin in the high rise office,
Analyzing the song
Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
Mad caps get peeled if you oppose 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 [x8]
[Nas]
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 mergin at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the f*ckin world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
To make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
Like Heavy Heel, but what's the f*ckin deal?
East coast killer, West coast killer [x16]
[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 Knievel 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 Toyota driven
True and livin drivin 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
East coast killer, West coast killer [x4]
[KRS-One]
Yo, why do they make me want to 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 nut sack yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacophony 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 cell block
Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voice box
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
What you think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
Welcome to the New World Order
You are now under martial law
All constitutional rights have been suspended
[B-Real]
The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
Coast trippin goin on through out the business
East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a f*ck where you from I'ma Killa Hiller
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 niggaz can't survive on both sides
So they try and break off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, better realize
True, enemy lies killin in the high rise office,
Analyzing the song
Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
Mad caps get peeled if you oppose 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 [x8]
[Nas]
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 mergin at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the f*ckin world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
To make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
Like Heavy Heel, but what's the f*ckin deal?
East coast killer, West coast killer [x16]
Writer: STUART CRAIG BULLARD, ERIC COLLINS, ANDRE YOUNG, LAWRENCE PARKER, NASIR JONES, LOUIS FREESE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.