[Intro]
The reign of terrors on
Brother Self, still doing the same
Wanna bust some raps
Do what I feel, that's what I feel
You gonna listen to me, listen to me
I gotcha, uh, yeah
[Hook]
If it's fresh, I listen, if it's whack, "chiblaow"!
If it's fresh, I listen, if it's whack, "all you can-!"
If it's fresh, I listen, if it's whack, "f** that, f** that!!"
[Verse]
I go all out like the channel, Jay Leno
The whole continental United States
Even, resentful Eastern nerds
Are soon to pay attention to this lyrical mic
They been talking head, arms, legs, torsos despite
The ingenuity displayed by my crew and me, the whole coast
That's why I'm putting s**ers to waste like they was compost
They discriminating against rappers that's playing radius, man
I know Mexicans, Filipinos and Canadians who
Do this, showin' true to this with production and linguistics
So many cuss that you miss are rising from other districts
But still you show resistance, clinging to your borough
I don't understand, you're contempt like Aljaro
Vocals, I thought the focal point was hippin' and hoppin'
Yo, you're from the birthplace of rap, why are you new to this doctrine?
Yo, I don't understand why you hate the West Coast
I'm coming from the top of the dome, just let that stress go
n***a
[Outro]
(Rock on, rock on)
See what I'm saying?
I'm trying to tell you
Rap stars whirl while George Lucas type executives collect papes galore
Chiblaow!!
Compilation '96 style
West Coast!
(If it's fresh, I listen, if it's whack, chiblaow!)