above every circumstance I want a chance to build toward a future From the truth of the past I need divine advice A word from the wise Today I faced
't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup? Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East
me, from yours truly When niggaz sound booty Theres too many rappers in the east wanna be gangsters Too many gangsters in the west wanna be rappers Bunch
get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War going on between the West and the East Of the land niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word,
your brain And your mouth pulls the trigger that propels, wickedness straight from Hell From the pits of your stomach where negativity dwell I searched the East coast and West
was wise But she showed me other colors just by looking through her eyes There's thunder in the west and there's lightening in the east In the eye
body Use them wisely into the Valley of death ode the six hundred Wriggles from his captor's arms Mr. Speaker gets the word Running now from the alarms
, "It goes from side to side" So I said, "Mr. Otis, if you take my advice You'll be the richest man in town You gotta take that room that goes from side
goes from side to side." So I said, "Mr. Otis, if you take my advice, You'll be the richest man in town. You gotta take that room that goes from side
them signed up for the Last Emperor's Secret Wars Sure, for that kind of capacity, you need a crazy large arena that might stretch from west Philadelphia to east
flow Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo' Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw East side, west side, I'll be in my Converse This
day I would well repay but the heft of his hate was strong He thonged me East and he thonged me West he harried me back and forth Till I fled in fright from
'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New
evermore be And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin' Has gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid, take it off We gon' take it from the east to the west to the north to the south Show y'all what it's about Don't make me
Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War, going on between the West and the East of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word,
we need is black unity [Rahiem] South Africa, I wanna free from the racist Prejudiced based on colors of faces Bones are broken cause wise words are
your mouth pulls the trigger that propels wickedness straight from Hell From the pits of your stomach where negativity dwell I searched the East coast and West
