[Featuring KRS One]

Intro:

Reak skills Bronx styles Cypress Av meets Cypress Hill

Real hip hop bounce to this shit motherfuckers READ EM!

You know what's up SHRAP!

Commisioner Gordon rock on

Tony Touch y'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

cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid

I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid

Pyschological like Sigmund Freud

But I get annoyed cos 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 Minoxnial with row

gain"

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

B-boy hip-hop is dead, no

We must move ahead (x8)

Verse 2:

People always say when they see us, teach us

so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us

Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us

They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus

Run wit it, pimps and players run the government

We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it

Bein a player is cool when you a kid

until you get sent up for a eight year bid

Now you use and abuse and serve like hell

til one day you are found face down upon the ground

two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick

Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch