Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song East Coast/ West Coast Killas, artist - Group Therapy. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
East Coast/ West Coast Killas |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| Whattyou think this is? |
| KRS-One from the Bronx kid! |
| East coast (killer), West coast (killer) |
| Welcome to the New World Order |
| You are now under martial law |
| All constituional rights have been suspended |
| 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’ma 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 niggaz 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, analyzing the song |
| Look at them red niggaz, don’t even get along |
| Kill that noise, four niggaz 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, letting all you sound boys know |
| You’re not ready to rumble or test this |
| Kill that noise! |
| East coast (killer), West coast (killer) |
| Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan |
| Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon |
| I be the twelve disciples strap arms |
| All black on running 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, are mergin 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 holdup, frontin like you down for the real |
| to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal |
| like Heavy Heel, but what’s the fuckin deal? |
| East coast (killer) West coast (killer) |