East Coast Weapon

VERSE 1:
My mind just came down the mountain
When I lost myself looked to the clouds and there I found him
Man I was booked for this crowd, approach the stage with the crooked'st smile
Yo these people they have no idea
Y'all finna look at me proud as an eminent
Force, the recourse to benefit the culture
Got into it and hooked as a child
West coast we inherited the boom bap, then took it for miles
First we rentеd it from New York, then built our own tenеments up
Open the book of the styles, we invented it