[00:00.000] The West coast is blowin up
[00:02.885] The new innovators of style, but there's more to be uncovered
[00:06.250] From the undiscovered regions of this sector
[00:07.825] Addin to the circulations of monumental demos
[00:10.488] This should definitely be stamped sure shot produce
[00:13.494] LIKE THIS!
[00:15.067] [Verse One]Yo whassup man to the rooftop runners
[00:18.502] The one that's with the bass got some puff for your soul
[00:21.170] Plus the heavy meditator still jottin down ditties but wait
[00:23.839] An equal sum, T-mass in elevational speak
[00:27.143] The vocal bloom while my signal was tuned
[00:29.295] Dissect, my set level to a hoverous form
[00:31.959] Then release, to the ear, while I watch my spirit travel
[00:34.785] See the evil dissapear like an atomless math
[00:37.302] Through the U.N.I., which infinity is I
[00:40.062] Where my energy is based, see I got a fat sack of space
[00:42.873] I toned it down for a recharge of tone
[00:45.561] Then I threw it my sack, cause my travels are wild
[00:48.200] Plus a power that'll read through a wearer's disguise
[00:50.844] Through an MC form I walks, as a normal man
[00:53.634] But my estimated time of the regular digestion of a verb
[00:57.160] Stems days uncountable to many
[00:59.133] As a being from beyond, cuttin wax, as I break the many forms
[01:02.462] Through a total mad account for myself
[01:04.342] Spittin logic through a relay of words that might burn
[01:07.031] Through a century two-ways it's clear to the eyes
[01:09.667] Then project, with approximate, greetings that's slow
[01:12.333] Calculated to an intricate find, and disembody that
[01:15.499] Photo type place whenever rhyme with the one
[01:17.984] True original phrase of words flowin with the page that's written
[01:25.488] [Verse Two]As I blast, the last dash of my lyrical gas
[01:28.810] I pass, a regular MC path, break them before me
[01:32.299] How uneasy, to be the MC like B
[01:34.973] But you know how we do this when we give U.S.C
[01:37.140] Or A.S.T., it's not me to speak in stutter
[01:40.414] My lyrics break fast, like bread and butter
[01:42.280] I utter, another style, meanwhile child I profiles
[01:44.888] The funky-ass hip-hop makes you wanna break for the mic and freestyle
[01:47.864] Uhh, but these styles ain't free
[01:49.882] I feel the fatness on this track, the bass frequencies
[01:52.373] Take over me, damage ya with my freaky freaky flow
[01:55.698] Catch wreck, check ya neck, I come clean in ya speakers bro
[01:58.556] Or sis, be you mister or miss
[02:00.929] If you need flavor and funk in your life Sugar's what you missed
[02:04.269] Uhh, it's not good, not Nutrasweet nor a suplement
[02:07.419] A shot of the props, leavin suckers stuck in detriment
[02:10.298] UHH!
[02:13.662] [Interlude]The West Is.. "Bout to blow the **** up"（Gang Starr《I'm the Man》）
[02:18.414] The West Is.. ??
[02:20.066] The West Is.. ??
[02:22.094] The West Is.. "The place to be"
[02:25.210] The West Is.. "down"
[02:30.097] "And I'll tell you why in just a moment"
[02:31.436] "And now ladies and gentlemen" {*scratched repeatedly*}
[02:40.616] [Verse Three]Here's a sure shot take from the ground techniques
[02:44.276] Of my speak, blowin from the West
[02:47.441] Era ninety-three is how we hit up the sticker
[02:49.740] I glance at my ticker, it's time
[02:51.950] To blow the text out my throat and get the oohs and ahhs
[02:55.121] Of a applause and defeats, it gets my stand
[02:57.631] It's how I, learned to be an MC
[03:00.301] So take this tape, and put it witcha tape
[03:03.459] And love it like ya breaks all smothered in the hiss
[03:06.161] And plates of paper, to hold it all up
[03:08.593] And I can give a **** about a industry appeal
[03:11.505] But watch 'em all steal this style, and blow the **** up
[03:14.861] Usin my shit
[03:17.670] {*miscellaneous scratches*}
[03:37.772] [Verse Four]Right, right, right
[03:40.255] Niggas doin all that screamin, but really don't know shit doe
[03:44.841] You see, if rap were a tree
[03:49.233] Then my knowledge would bear fruits
[03:51.861] And if rap ever falls, then I guess I'd be a parachute
[03:58.936] If rap was the news
[04:00.900] Then me, I'd be the commentary
[04:04.593] And if rap were a fine bitch
[04:07.186] Then I'd be Halle Berry!
[04:10.542] If rap were a three and two pitch
[04:12.615] Then I'd be wild
[04:15.080] Strikin out MC's, chokin up on my style