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

What