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(wait a minute, um)





Crooked i:


This is the art of, manslaughter


When i`m rockin` i`m more shockin` than droppin` a boom box in bath water


You entered the wrong scuffle


You catchin` a chrome buckle


I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles


Deliver the sick verbals


My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,


Your body spin around, in six circles


Diminishin` infamous menaces


I`m waitin` to get dicced, if not, i`m a start finishin` innocents


Lyrics (lyrics), i`m breezin the region


Freezin g`s in your legion


Freakin` ancient techniques when i`m speakin` phoenician


It`s all about crooked


These bitches shout crooked


I`ll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked


I own a vicious label, niggas`ll get disabled


When i`m spittin` rhymes written on project kitchen tables


I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya


Now that`s for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha





Daz:


Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?


Can you fucc with this?


Let`s get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y`all niggas up


Y`all don`t wanna see none of this west coast mc shit


Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!





Kurupt:


Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts


The storm, my vocals float like arts


In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme


My microphone massacres every year the same time


With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker


Up against the microphone night stalker


With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me


As you can see i continue mashin` mcs


Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer


Extra-terrestrial microphone terror


In effect, get infected


Tell me what the fucc you expected


These venemous injections


I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections


From these poisenous melodies and selections


I select the methods of slow anguish


I mangle shit with my language


Tell me, have you ever seen one elope


With the microphone


In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode


Baboom, alone in my own zone


So don`t compare me to none


Not one`s nearly


Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs


Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories


Sincerely, i could have the spot locked


Niggas get stoned for touching microphones


With no knowledge on how to rock





Daz:


Yeah, back in effect, it don`t stop


Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table


We fuckin` it up like this and like that, yeah


Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin` house


Alkaholiks!





Xzibit:


When i was enlisted


I came to the table double fisted


Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies


Bust shots up in the sky screamin` obsenities


Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy


It`ll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail


Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run


See we do it how it can`t be done


I`m the rough cut, plus how the west was won


Or direct descendant of the gatling gun


Don`t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one


That aint a threat, that`s a promise i can definitely keep


You can`t compete wit` 25 niggas wit` heat in the street


Ready to repeat, round after after round at you


All hell break lose when the whole pound come through


I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit` mine


I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes


Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper


I`m the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin` the crowds hyper


It`s ashes to ashes and dust to dust


Can`t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus


My dogg kurupt





Daz:


Yeah, no shit


Yeah, y`all can`t fucc wit` that





That`s what i`m talkin` about


West coast, we been doin` this shit for years


Aint nothin` happenin` wit` that


Battlecat


(don`t step up)


Right, right


(don`t step up, unles you wanna get hurt)


Huh, huh, huh





(get get get get hurt)


Whatcha say


Motherfuccas that be hangin` in the battle


(get hurt, get get get get hurt)


That`s what i`m talkin` about


Daz dillinger


(don`t step up, unless you wanna get hurt)


Break it down, break it down


Huh





(mixed with battlecat`s scratching)





Motherfuccas can`t fade this shit

(wait a minute, um)





Crooked i:


This is the art of, manslaughter


When i`m rockin` i`m more shockin` than droppin` a boom box in bath water


You entered the wrong scuffle


You catchin` a chrome buckle


I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles


Deliver the sick verbals


My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,


Your body spin around, in six circles


Diminishin` infamous menaces


I`m waitin` to get dicced, if not, i`m a start finishin` innocents


Lyrics (lyrics), i`m breezin the region


Freezin g`s in your legion


Freakin` ancient techniques when i`m speakin` phoenician


It`s all about crooked


These bitches shout crooked


I`ll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked


I own a vicious label, niggas`ll get disabled


When i`m spittin` rhymes written on project kitchen tables


I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya


Now that`s for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha





Daz:


Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?


Can you fucc with this?


Let`s get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y`all niggas up


Y`all don`t wanna see none of this west coast mc shit


Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!





Kurupt:


Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts


The storm, my vocals float like arts


In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme


My microphone massacres every year the same time


With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker


Up against the microphone night stalker


With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me


As you can see i continue mashin` mcs


Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer


Extra-terrestrial microphone terror


In effect, get infected


Tell me what the fucc you expected


These venemous injections


I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections


From these poisenous melodies and selections


I select the methods of slow anguish


I mangle shit with my language


Tell me, have you ever seen one elope


With the microphone


In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode


Baboom, alone in my own zone


So don`t compare me to none


Not one`s nearly


Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs


Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories


Sincerely, i could have the spot locked


Niggas get stoned for touching microphones


With no knowledge on how to rock





Daz:


Yeah, back in effect, it don`t stop


Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table


We fuckin` it up like this and like that, yeah


Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin` house


Alkaholiks!





Xzibit:


When i was enlisted


I came to the table double fisted


Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies


Bust shots up in the sky screamin` obsenities


Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy


It`ll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail


Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run


See we do it how it can`t be done


I`m the rough cut, plus how the west was won


Or direct descendant of the gatling gun


Don`t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one


That aint a threat, that`s a promise i can definitely keep


You can`t compete wit` 25 niggas wit` heat in the street


Ready to repeat, round after after round at you


All hell break lose when the whole pound come through


I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit` mine


I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes


Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper


I`m the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin` the crowds hyper


It`s ashes to ashes and dust to dust


Can`t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus


My dogg kurupt





Daz:


Yeah, no shit


Yeah, y`all can`t fucc wit` that





That`s what i`m talkin` about


West coast, we been doin` this shit for years


Aint nothin` happenin` wit` that


Battlecat


(don`t step up)


Right, right


(don`t step up, unles you wanna get hurt)


Huh, huh, huh





(get get get get hurt)


Whatcha say


Motherfuccas that be hangin` in the battle


(get hurt, get get get get hurt)


That`s what i`m talkin` about


Daz dillinger


(don`t step up, unless you wanna get hurt)


Break it down, break it down


Huh





(mixed with battlecat`s scratching)





Motherfuccas can`t fade this shit

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