East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]    [Verse One: 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 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) [repeat 4X]     [Verse Two: 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 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) [repeat 8X]    Welcome to the New World Order  You are now under martial law  All constituional rights have been suspended     [Verse Three: 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'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) [repeat 8X]    [Verse Four: Nas Escobar]    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) [repeat 16X]