East Coast/West Coast Killas

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!

East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)

Welcome to the New World Order
You are now under martial law
All constitutional rights have been suspended

[Verse 3: 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'm a 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 niggas 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, analyzin' the song
Look at them red niggas, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggas 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
Lettin' all you sound boys know
You're not ready to rumble or test this
Kill that noise!

East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 4X)

[Verse 4: Nas]
Now, when I bomb like Saddam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples, strap arms
All black on, run in 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 emergin' 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 hold-up, frontin' like you down for the real to make a meal
But when plan fold, nigga you squeal like Henry Hill
(Kill that noise!) But what's the fuckin' deal?

East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)

East coast, west coast, kill that noise!