Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now its time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i
(wait a minute, um)
Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When Im rockin Im more shockin than droppin a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin infamous menaces
Im waitin to get dicced, if not, Im a start finishin innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), Im breezin the region
Freezin gs in your legion
Freakin ancient techniques when Im speakin phoenician
Its all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
Ill make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggasll get disabled
When Im spittin rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now thats for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Lets get kurupt the kingpin to fucc yall niggas up
Yall dont wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!? !
Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So dont compare me to none
Not ones nearly
Severe, cuz I severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock
Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it dont stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin house
Alkaholiks!
Xzibit:
When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
Itll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it cant be done
Im the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Dont test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, thats a promise I can definitely keep
You cant compete wit 25 niggas wit heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
Im the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin the crowds hyper
Its ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Cant stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt
Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, yall cant fucc wit that
Thats what Im talkin about
West coast, we been doin this shit for years
Aint nothin happenin wit that
Battlecat
(dont step up)
Right, right
(dont step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh
(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
Thats what Im talkin about
Daz dillinger
(dont step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh
(mixed with battlecats scratching)
Motherfuccas cant fade this shit
