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Aw yeah, right about now it's time to get Busy, Huh. Straight out the box, non-stop. Corrupt, Kingpin, Xzibit, Kurupt-Eyez. Wait a minute, uh Yeah, this is the art Of manslaughter. When I'm rocking I'm more shocking Than dropping a boom box in bath water. You entered the wrong scuffle, you catching a chrome Buckle. I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my Own knuckles. Deliver the sick verbals my shotty Spit around. Before you hit the ground your body Spin around in sick circles. Diminishing infamous menaces, I'm waiting to get Dissed. If not, I'ma start finishing innocent Lyrics, I'm breezing your regions, freezing G's in Your legion. Freaking ancient techniques when I'm Speaking Phoenician. It's all about Kurupt, These bitches shout Kurupt. I'll make you say, "The West Coast ain't shit without Kurupt." I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled when I'm spitting rhymes written on project kitchen Tables. I load this.45 and let slugs dive At you. Now that's the Kurupt-Eyez, strap packing Might snatch you Motherfuckers can you dig that? Huh? Can you fuck with this? Let's get Corrupt and Kingpin the fuck y'all niggas Up. Y'all don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC shit. Yeah. How you like me now motherfucker? Tell the terror let's start, in a minute your Heart stop. The storm, my vocals float like arcs In a mystic state of mind. When I create a rhyme, my microphone mask is Every year the same time. With audio amputations, vocal chords of a loud Talker up against the microphone. I sparkle with a tendency of bashing MC's like Enemies. As you can see I continue mashing MC's. Ba-boom, the room gets cleared as my views get Clearer. Extraterrestrial microphone terror in Effect, you're infected. Tell what the fuck you expected? These venomous injections, I leave whole sectors and Sections full of injections from these poisonous Melodies and selections. I select the methods of slow anguish. I mangle shit with my language. Tell me, have you ever seen one unload with The microphone and the scandal-like abilities to Make MC's explode? Ba-boom, alone in my own zone So don't compare me to none, not one is Nearly severe 'cause I severely impair MC's 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 Yeah, back in effect, It don't stop. Turn your speakers up. DJ Battlecat on the tape. We fucking it up like this and like that. Yeah, got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfucking House. Alcoholics When I was enlisted I came to The table double-fisted. Sadistic, heavy artillery for all my enemies. Busting shots up in the sky screaming obscenities. Making niggas pour khakis and chucks from here to Italy. It'll be a cold day in Hell when You see Xzibit fail. Act like a bitch or bail, tuck tail and Run. See we do it how it can't be Done. I'm the Ruff Cut plus how the West Was won. The direct descendant of the Gatling gun. Don't test me son, you fuck around and catch You one. That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep. Kicking people, 25 niggas with heat in the street. Ready to repeat round after round at you. All hell break loose when the whole pound come Through. I vow that you and yours could never Fuck with mine. I own shit but give me Some more like Busta Rhymes. Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper. I'm the alcoholic sniper that be keeping the crowd Hyper. It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Can't stop 'til me and my niggas is platinum Plus. Dogg, what the fuck? Yeah, no shit. Yeah, y'all can't fuck with that. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh. That's what I'm talking about. West Coast, we been doing this shit for years. Ain't nothing happening with that. Battlecat. What you, what you say? Motherfuckers stepping to hand and about to get... Huh. That's what I'm talking about. That's good. Break it down, down, down, down. Break it down, down. Motherfuckers can't fade this shit.