Versuri East Coast/West Coast Killas

 
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 
Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!  
 
East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X] 
 
Welcome to the New World Order 
You are now under martial law 
All constituional rights have been suspended  
 
[Verse Three: 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 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 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 highrise 
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) [repeat 8X] 
 
[Verse Four: Nas Escobar] 
 
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 fuckin 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 fuckin deal?  
 
East coast (killer) West coast (killer) [repeat 16X]