[Intro:]
Real skills, Bronx styles, Cypress Ave meets Cypress Hill
Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, READ EM!
You know what's up, SHRAP!
commissioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch why'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on
[Verse 1:]
In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in
You are weak-in and collapse like Mike, collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a cellullar
You can't last, just call me Enema
'cause I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed 'cause these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sellin that commercial let me say it
"Ask for Minoxadil with Rogaine"
True skills I will explain
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain
[Chorus:]
West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
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