West 2 East

[Intro: Sayadinnah]
What up? Yeah, baby. From Oakland to Harlem. From Frisco to Brooklyn. Keeping it hot

[Verse 1: Sayadinnah]
Patience. You can’t comprehend the situation
This is Californication—makes me want it penetration
They making donation for mental stimulation
The whole, entire underground nation holla
Sayadinnah rip emphatic, cause spasms or orgasms
My hip hop erotica makes y’all fools get exotica
Comment that they [?] are common. The Zapatista
[?] la policia, primo. I channel [or?]
Like I’m the [?]
Students, you have been caught
So now you [can’t be bought?]
As soon as you arrested, you will be tested
I’ll be waiting on the score. You better not confess shit
Got niggas [who out the door?] adept at the art of war
We gorilla-pant while you clown-stamp
In the face of revolution, them niggas sell a CD
Just prostitution—can’t turn a ho into an MC
Know what I mean? Quit fucking the mainstream
Make this choice—the Kama Sutra with this real queen

[Interlude: Breez Evahflowin’]
Haha. (That’s how we delete shit). Word up. It’s like that. (On some end of the week shit). Yo. I’mma do it rhyming. (From the West to the East shit). I’mma do it rhyming. (Tight, out the weak shit). I’mma do it rhyming. Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
I’mma do it rhyming (What?)
Royal like Zoot and Common. Sick like shooting vomit
You anonymous fucks
Dead in my sight like I’m lining it up
You like, like “Aight, aight”—y’all get the point
Now it’s time for y’all to get into it and get the joint
Jump in the jam like a strawberry pool
And watch the God shine like Marbury jewels (What?)
I can’t support that shit, though. It’s crib goals
Still, I rip flow and watch Rick blow
Y’all niggas all-out pitiful. I’m pit bull
Incisor grip and rip through ligament
And tissue. Spit you before the accusation
I bit you. Mind activate like a missile
Locked on target
To bomb y’all to bones and shards of garments
Army sergeant detonating my regiment
On a special mission with the spy tech specialist
A most definite uncommon combination
Spawn of rhyme abomination. Hey!
How long have y’all been patient? I can’t wait
For time, it’s “What is taking?” Make it mine
What you saying with them soon-to-be faggot rhymes?
On the crime, everything and time found frozen

[Verse 3: Sayadinnah]
Laugh at shaking the ass as soon as the track hits
Niggas raise they glasses and [pep?] they collapses
Stage weak and geek to watch me speak
Grab the mic—peach chickenheads clash they beaks
So hot I’m giving heat like liquid from [?]
Words from my temple burning they Temporal
Jazzy like Gillespie, rhymes sicker than epilepsy
Incinerator. Nigga, you shouldn’t sweat me
Like the only ice [wind’s?] a hundred degrees
And if you ain’t feeling the friction, you ain’t got [?]
And [?] stop it, please? But if it’s butter
Then the piston speaks and the engine leaks
And your knees get weak. [?]
Pluck ya, let ya ride ya chi
[?] wannabe MC coming at me
Front like they with the same label and wasn’t with nobody when they said it last week—[?]
I only like real cheese and real MCs
Causing casualties with ease—niggas, please
Gorillas and G-O-D
What the fuck you thought I mean?

[Verse 4: Breez Evahflowin’]
The word is raw like we put ‘em in dope and
You would’ve scored but you couldn’t get open
Shit-up in showbiz. Shame on you—it’s hopeless
Stupid jokers wet up like Super Soakers
Through the vocal dash of a
Hold the cash when you hold the cash
Hold the gas. Fuck the battle applause. Son, I
Had it with yours—now you gotta withdraw
Hound that bit off and get all your doll
High-grade, cutting into hit her with the
Security guards playing cards, laying ours
Y’all only armed ‘cause y’all bomb with ya A&Rs
In feminine ways
Any complaints why I think so stink, send ‘em to blaze
And you think that shit’s still sweet? Gentlemen, please