[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 is a burner, baby Truck, like Toyata driven True and living, driving with the gat Uhh.. pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush Then I flush whack 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 The Aftermath
[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]
[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 nutsack, yo, I stay focused Beefing without skills seeking will only weaken The artist speaking over beats and.. you be cheating Cause half of these non-talent rappers Claiming a coast over instrumentals And got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher Hip-Hopping you correctly Ignorant ass MC's continue to attempt me Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock Too many MC's rapping causing lyrical gridlock Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat Cause your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion, weak metaphoric style you be using I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out your mouth What you think this is? ~ KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
[Interlude #2: Dr. Dre] Paranoidly giggling
[Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2]
[Interlude #3: Quote from unknown movie] Welcome to the New World Order You are now under martial law All constitutional rights had been suspended
[Verse Three: B-Real] The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast tripping going 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 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 killing in the highrise Office, analyzing the song Look at them Rap niggas, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggas bringing the skill Mad caps get peeled, if you opposed the Hill
[Interlude #4: RBX] 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!