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Aw,
Right now it's time to get busy
Huh, out the box, nonstop
the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
a minute, um

This is the art of,
I'm rockin', I'm more shockin'
Than droppin' a boom box in water

You the wrong scuffle
You a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas enough
To my own knuckles

Deliver the verbals
My shotty spit
Before you hit the
body spin around, in six circles

Diminishin' infamous
I'm to get dicked, if not
I'm a start finishin' innocents,

I'm the region
Freezin' G's in legion
Freakin' ancient
I'm speakin' phoenician

It's all Crooked
These shout Crooked
I'll you say the West Coast
shit without Crooked

I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' written on project kitchen tables
I load 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic

Motherfuckers can you dig that,
Can you with this?
Let's get Kurupt the to fuck y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this Coast MC shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker?

starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same

With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the night stalker
With a tendency of MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' MCs

Caboom, the room gets as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
Tell me, "What the you expected?"

These injections
I leave whole sections and full of injections
these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow
I mangle shit my language

Tell me, have you seen one elope
With the
In a scandal like abilities to MCs explode

Baboom, alone in my own
So don't compare me to
Not one's nearly severe, I severely
Impair MCs me, oppose and fear me
I got and theories

Sincerely, I could have the locked
Niggas get stoned for microphones
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the
We fuckin' it up this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy in the motherfuccin' house, Alkaholiks

I was enlisted
I came to the table double
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust up in the sky screamin' obscenities

Make niggas sport cackies and chucks here to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be

I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or direct of the gatling gun
Don't test me, son, you fuck and catch you one

ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound through

I found that you and yours, can never wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like Rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds

It's ashes to ashes and to dust
Can't stop till me and my is platinum plus
My Dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all fuck wit' that
That's I'm talkin' about

West coast, we been doin' shit for years
nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat,

Whatcha
Motherfuckas that be hangin' in the
what I'm talkin' about

Daz
it down, break it down
Motherfuckas can't fade this