East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat x8)
[Verse 1: 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 Toyota 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-diesel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat x4)
[Verse 2: 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 nutsack, yo, I stay focused
Beefin' without skills seekin' will only weaken
The art of speakin' over beats and, you be cheatin
'Cause half these no 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 voice box
Yet, I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
Cause you're typical, non-topical
Just the optical illusion, weak metaphoric style you be usin
Mic-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!
[Verse 1: 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 Toyota 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-diesel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat x4)
[Verse 2: 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 nutsack, yo, I stay focused
Beefin' without skills seekin' will only weaken
The art of speakin' over beats and, you be cheatin
'Cause half these no 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 voice box
Yet, I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
Cause you're typical, non-topical
Just the optical illusion, weak metaphoric style you be usin
Mic-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!
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