The West Is...-The Nonce

[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