Uh,
uh, uh, yeah
Elton saying what?
Rascal, what?
East to West Coast, nigga
Ha
Uh
What you thought?
Thought it couldn't happen?
Yeah
What?
Thought it couldn't happen?
What's happening?
Yo, sit back
Check out what we about to do, alright?
Yeah
Here we go
Uh
Just a small tactic
Whip that ass
Settling Rascal Black
Smash niggas who passed out
And just been on the clock
Bus catch with the built-up rap
Step E, mind boggling
Swallowing my javelin,
the bouncing ball you're following
Brick resident, spitting at the hesitant bitch
Tag team,
Swiss,
clap hands and it's all over with
But these two hungry niggas,
we bound to set * off
Toss jams quite often when we floor from here to Oakland
Outspoken with clean demeanor from the streets
Dirty beats,
fronzy leaps,
thump niggas with steel cleats
In this land of fake fraudulent niggas,
who the nicest?
The illest lyric killers whose styles is priceless
Who would've thought?
We blaze cuts with verbals, now be a mutt
Who would've thought?
Man, these cats ain't * with us
Who would've thought?
East to west, putting niggas to rest
Who would've thought?
We be the best, never settle for less
Who would've thought?
Line for line, MCs touching your mind
Who would've thought?
Razz and Elle bringing the prime time
Who would've thought?
We rhyme for sport while young niggas get torqued
Who would've thought?
Cover your head, a lyrical onslaught
Yo,
which one of these niggas is ready for action,
rhyme intense
These niggas ain't worth 12 cents,
we're Elle Descents
And Razz,
we're hard liquor in the glass We get at these niggas who talk trash
Meet them out front while they smoking this
blunt Whoop his ass in front of his crew,
* them too See,
we don't give a * from C-8 of the bricks
And half these niggas was born in like,
76 Young and dumb,
you cats ain't nothing but crumbs We be running with
them niggas that be straight from the slums Hardcore,
nobody's got a better rapport We be right at your front door,
unloading the C4 Explosives,
me and this cat rhyme ferocious We ride at your neckline,
you better respect mine Officially,
I can put a nigga out his misery Give him exotic,
I can put a nigga out his misery
We be the best,
never settle for less Who would've thought?
Line for line,
MCs touching your mind Who would've thought?
Razz and Elle bringing the prime time Who would've thought?
We rob a sport while young niggas get torqued Who would've thought?
Cover your head,
a lyrical onslaught Lick off,
I'm soft,
niggas who claim they
reign supreme Mixed dream with cream,
lyricals you wish
for in a dream Scheming plot,
drop low,
tight quotes
From the exquisite Mr. Sin,
tongue-lashed to mass
Strictly for the casting,
call my nigga Razz What up,
foe?
Head say they can't feel this * them all,
pressing seals,
this
They can't adapt to these degrees,
the 85 are still a sababa
The same stride,
ball-eyed,
with smarts like my gaba
We class for cash,
come to bring it straight to the mass
When it starts running low,
I head straight for the stats
Guns can blast,
but Razz don't carry the strap We know
niggas that'll leave you laying flat
on your back And that's for real,
so you can do whatever
you feel Be in the field,
cutting deals while you
spinning your wheels Large appeal ain't never meant * to me
We came to bring it to your face so you niggas can see
Who would've thought?
We blaze cuts with verbals that be a mutt Who would've thought?
Man,
these cats ain't * with us Who would've thought?
East to west,
putting niggas to rest Who would've thought?
We be the best,
never settle for less Who would've thought?
Line for line,
MCs testing your mind Who would've thought?
Razz and L bringing the prime time Who would've thought?
We rhyme for sport while young niggas
get torqued Who would've thought?
Cover your head, a lyrical onslaught