[Verse One]

West coast rap I run, and rhyme I rule

Not from old to new but from the true school

I lie, cheat, steal and rob

But I don't squab, giving the world a free paint job

Yes I smoke weed and sess

Green as the Hulk hold bottles of Old Gold

Push a ball point pen like a maintenance man

Sweep up wack Mcs with brooms and dust pans

Words I rock, plus mics equal Fahrenheit

I'm toxic wasting niggaz that's facing my topics

Don't sweat my mic checks like bomb threats

They passed wet didn't even bust yet

I'm a foul ball, punk niggaz can't catch it

In a straight jacket I write my rhymes with hatchets

So niggaz who bite raps, I hope your fucking lungs collapse

I'm on a vengeance writing rhymes with syringes

In West I loc, strong as camel smoke dope as heroin

MCs are parallel when I'm with my double barrel

Rhymes get hard as a callous, plus my dome with my palace

A one man gang, I'm mighty with fangs, wild slang, rob bang

Til brings hang from the songs I sang

Watch me break it down like a picture

I strike nerves, I throw curve rhymes like a pitcher

If blood wont find ya, the nine's gonna getcha

Skits so frantic shoot rhymes like an automatic

Niggaz panic when I let go the static frail

One step ahead in the future

Don't need a gun, when I can just let the rhyme shoot ya



[Chorus]

Bring it to the North, South

East and West

"Kill the world when I take a deep breath" [scratching]



[Ras Kass]

Don't represent at my expense

It's too expensive; I got the rapping world tensive

Fuck passive, grey mater in gallons, my brain contains

Talions, so totalitarian reign, western hemisphere

Half of the equator creative side of the brain ascertain it

I remain undetectable entity, stressing amenity

Got hostility sinister similes

Like fuck Mary, I'm the where in proximities to these wack raps

Actually each level is lower

At this rap shit Ras Kass Constricts like the Boa

My flows pro and polar be deep

I unfold like the rap sheet

And compete incomplete sleet so complete hard emcees turn into SWV

Leave them so, weak in the knees they can hardly breathe

Fuck a tree, my sentences provide the photosynthesis

I leave the god damn rap world suffocating

A new jack ain't nothing but a recent masturbation

Master medulla, mystical eyes of Medusa

Drown niggaz like gouch with or without a producer

I used to, want to be excepted by my peers

now I have none, conducive

Logical collusions, I rely on Mount Siyon

To waste hell and set it son

So get the 4-11 or the 911 1 hundred

Rhyme written shitting on your entire anthology

Anomaly there is no analogy competition is a fallacy

Fictious niggaz ain't ripping getting getting roped in like kids fishin

To the ones that kick the kids to the curb

Put a dick in your eardrum and fuck what ya heard



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

Niggaz you can't run

And you sure as fuck can't hide

Who's first to die

When my violent lines collide

No escape my ciphers lock down like folks that provoke me

But your comments is the same (Don't approach me)

One step beyond what everyone considers tight

1995 Vietnam, motherfuckers wont survive

Niggaz wanna walk my path but they

don't know my path is like a plane crash aftermath

My lyrics is brimstone

I got squads caught up in my vortex

Coroners is running out of white sheets

I change the whole definition of a crime scene

Silent like graveyard ground duck down

You in the line of fire about to expire like coupons

Talent MCs get crushed like croutons

I'm dropping the triple O G you bomb

22 mega tons of dynamite

Saw verbal tongues of motherfuckers who ain't rhyming right

Test the best and grew Mcs with the fertilizer

Man and microphone stand brutalizer

My funk I'm deeper than a shalom

Rapper found dead with two spokes protruding from their spinal columns

I hear wack then counteract

Then build skills like robotek

Go text type to go techs of dope raps

So go ahead and act up nigga

You need a tea quarantine cause my style is contagious

I'm daring them

nigga rap lines of Jesus Christ

Nah but I'm flattered by the comparison