RBX - East Coast/West Coast k**as (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre as The Vice President] Gentlemen!! ~ We have a problem That hath the potential; to become a very serious problem! The Eastcoast and Westcoast seperation Is exactly the weapon our enemies need to destroy our empire (*Echoes*) So what we need to do! ~ is bring together Some of the biggest, strongest and smartest fustiest in the millennium And this will be the begining of The Aftermath! (*Echoes*) [Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2] East coast "k**er" - West coast "k**er" East coast "k**er" - West coast "k**er" East coast "k**er" - West coast "k**er" East coast "k**er" - West coast "k**er" k** that noise! [Interlude #1: RBX] The Mighty mighty Aftermath, hath now just forced to rise Ha ha ha ha ha, indeed, indeed [Verse One: RBX] While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk a** catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental Custom designed, for instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one is a burner, baby Truck, like Toyata driven True and living, driving with the gat Uhh.. pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush Then I flush whack material That's if I don't mash them all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush co*k-diesel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic The Aftermath [Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2] [Verse Two: KRS-One] Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before I bust this sh**, let's get one thing clear Don't provoke Kris no joke this I don't ride no rapper's nutsack, yo, I stay focused Beefing without sk**s seeking will only weaken The artist speaking over beats and.. you be cheating Cause half of these non-talent rappers Claiming a coast over instrumentals And got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher Hip-Hopping you correctly Ignorant a** MC's continue to attempt me Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock Too many MC's rapping causing lyrical gridlock Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat Cause your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion, weak metaphoric style you be using I check one-two's and who's in the house Like sh** your lyrics ooze out your mouth What you think this is? ~ KRS-One from the Bronx kid! [Interlude #2: Dr. Dre] Paranoidly giggling [Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2] [Interlude #3: Quote from unknown movie] Welcome to the New World Order You are now under martial law All constitutional rights had been suspended [Verse Three: B-Real] The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast tripping going on through out the business East Coast/West Coast anybody k**er! I don't give a f** where you from, I'ma k**a, Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool, I can roll through any block From Central to Westland Avenue, without my Glock But some n***as can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies k**ing in the highrise Office, an*lyzing the song Look at them Rap n***as, don't even get along k** that noise, four n***as bringing the sk** Mad caps get peeled, if you opposed the Hill [Interlude #4: RBX] Yeah, that's right fool, you know who The mighty Group Therapy, the mighty mighty Aftermath brigade Letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this k** that noise! [Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2] [Verse Forth: Nas] Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on, running your spot, hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are merging at night Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatching who*es up, my flow's up When the f**ing world blows up (*Explosion*) Throw your hands up, it's a holdup Fronting like you down for the real; to make a meal But when plan fold, n***a, you squeal like Heavy Heel [RBX:] k** that Noise!! [Nas:] But what's the f**ing deal? [Real] Anybody k**er!! [Duet Hook: Dr. Dre & Scarface X2] [Interlude #5: Dr. Dre] YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAH!!