Westcoastwildstyle Songtext
von Declaime

Yo, flash the camera
Rasco be here to slam ya

C-A number one get the job done

Nothin′ but the finest
O knows the man behind this
Primetime floss, payin' the cost
Still I′m the boss and you niggas is lost
Anytime you wanna box we be ready to toss
Blows, swing those like I'm killin' the shows
Right up in the front rows with the fine ass hoes

Stackin′ the dough ready to laugh like a champ
Tighten the clamps and revamp that camp
Signed and sealed for real fold them bills
And what does it mean if you ain′t got no skills?
You niggas kill me, screamin' that you don′t feel me
We be ready to rush so let's bust
Straight from the heart my art sparks the mental
Ras be the man to crush your whole dental


West Coast wild style with this mic check
Three soul brothers got shit on deck
No frills when we build with this ill dialect
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Mic check, mic check, one two mic check
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Worldwide takeover when we on the set

Listen, you can hear this nigga′s heart pound
Wanna take the fast way to the top got lost in battlegrounds
Well mess no for puttin' it down

Sounds in the illest form for flesh war
A lot mic styles I don′t what you frontin' on
You hear me bumpin' on fifteen two amps
Colors and Cadillacs twenty gold D′s that shine swishin′ front to back
I'm ′bout to snap so now my raps are predictable
I let 'em roll like craps
Flow breakin′ your pockets and back all black
Gribble shadow combat sharpen up skills
While rappers practice they cross over like they Grant Hill

That's why I′m still treatin' niggas like paint to peel
Lyrically ill off into a trilogy full of dollar bills

Homie bet the scholar will flow it at all costs
Chaos and hella cost calls for every ball case solved

You wack MC's better shade dogs or get shooken off
Your friends are hard when lyrics is soft
That′s why you fall apart


West Coast wild style with this mic check
Three soul brothers got shit on deck
No frills when we build with this ill dialect
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Mic check, mic check, one two mic check
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Worldwide takeover when we on the set

Lessons taught by this poet you know it to be

A CDP bum rush to your face you get some mush
Fat beats I do lust

Must I straight go to the ill-minded mode
Fold niggas leave ′em in the cold
Stationary as we purr
Neck deep so y'all the weak sleep
Here comes a fleet of warriors ready to battle at all hours
Overpower shower over your heads like acid rain

To delay my lock ′em down in the underground I found
My true identity best believe it's me
A mad motherfucker on the microphone
No niggas must I clone
To get my light shown heads get flown when I bounce the one two
Whose crew wanna step up to my crew?
Whose crew wanna step up to my crew?

West Coast wild style with this mic check
Three soul brothers got shit on deck
No frills when we build with this ill dialect
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Mic check, mic check, one two mic check
Worldwide takeover when we on the set
Worldwide takeover when we on the set