East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)
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Verse One: RBX
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While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts
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I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
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If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump
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I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump
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The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental
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custom designed, for instrumental
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Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti
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And this one's a burner, baby
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Truck, like Toyata driven
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True and livin drivin with the gat
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Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush
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Then I flush wack material
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That's if I don't mash them all to mush
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Hush, let me burst, dare I gush
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Cock-diezel cuts
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Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
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East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)
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Verse Two: KRS-One
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Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?
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Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear
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Don't provoke Kris no joke this
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I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused
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Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
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The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
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Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast
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over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials
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Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly
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Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me
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Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock
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Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
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Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox
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Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
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Just your typical, non-topical
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Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin
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I check one-two's and who's in the house
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Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
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Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
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East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)
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Welcome to the New World Order
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You are now under martial law
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All constituional rights have been suspended
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Verse Three: B-Real
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The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
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Coast trippin goin on through out the business
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East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
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I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er
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I got crews on both sides together
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Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever
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Fool I can roll through any block
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from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock
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But some niggaz can't survive on both sides
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So they try and break off, eliminate ties
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Fools got to get wise, better realize
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True, enemy lies killin in the highrise
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office, analyzing the song
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Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
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Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
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Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill
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Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy
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The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know
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You're not ready to rumble or test this
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Kill that noise!
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East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)
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Verse Four: Nas
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Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
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Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon
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I be the twelve disciples strap arms
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All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone
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Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm
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Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on
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Focus on your rap holsters, notice
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I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts
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Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night
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Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
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I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
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Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
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When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up
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It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
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to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
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like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?
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East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X)
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East Coast-West Coast Killas
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Dr. Dre |