East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]
    [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 ass catch the speed lump
  The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental
  custom designed, for instrumental
  Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti
  And this one's a burner, baby
  Truck, like Toyata driven
  True and livin drivin with the gat
  Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush
  Then I flush wack material
  That's if I don't mash them all to mush
  Hush, let me burst, dare I gush
  Cock-diezel cuts
  Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
    East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 4X]
    [Verse Two: KRS-One]
    Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?
  Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear
  Don't provoke Kris no joke this
  I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused
  Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
  The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
  Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast
  over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials
  Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly
  Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me
  Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock
  Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
  Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox
  Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
  Just your typical, non-topical
  Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin
  I check one-two's and who's in the house
  Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
  Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
    East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]
    Welcome to the New World Order
  You are now under martial law
  All constituional rights have been suspended
    [Verse Three: B-Real]
    The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
  Coast trippin goin on through out the business
  East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
  I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa 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 niggaz can't survive on both sides
  So they try and break off, eliminate ties
  Fools got to get wise, better realize
  True, enemy lies killin in the highrise
  office, analyzing the song
  Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
  Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
  Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill
    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
  Kill that noise!
    East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]
    [Verse Four: Nas Escobar]
    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 mergin at night
  Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
  I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
  Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
  When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up
  It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
  to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
  like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?
    East coast (killer) West coast (killer) [repeat 16X]