West Coast Smack

[Verse One] [E-Vocalist] Yo, I show no mercy, like Prince, I bring the controversy Runnin' niggas off tracks like Jackie Joyner Kersee The main component with raps that turn back opponents I dunk foes like cops dunk Rachael's Donuts I'm packin' led in the form of a #2 Pencil I never slept cause payin' dues is essential I Got potential you can check my credentials I'm known to get a piece of the rock like Prudential But back in the day I was considered a heathen Now I smother wack kids to make sure they'll never breathe again I learned the ropes from an ex-con I'm mellow like Seravon With game like Farrakhan Yo check it When my Oakland's style's dissected My dialect is rough enough to make your girl get naked I'll take your rough ass crew put them in Quincey & Hecks And if you piss me off I'll tap that ass like Sandman Sims See I'm the roughed entertainer comin' straight from the west And yes, I will agress in a battle or contest The first B.U.M So I don't need an 'S' on my chest I put more rappers in that +Gangsta Lean+ than D.R.S [Chorus] [x4] "Now I'm gonna show you how the west coast smacks kids" - Souls Of Mischief 'That's When Ya Lost' "Boom boom bap boom bam" - D-Nice '25 Ta Life' [Verse Two] [D-Wyze] Who be the rapper grim reaper, sparks the blunt with the reefer Pullin' back six thorough Micks slammed in my trunk Who stands around me while the kid gets loose I produce the kind of shit that makes the puss get juice My vocal peaks makes the drums in your ears sleek But wait a minute, let my man spin it while I speak I got the gab to back crews off For those who sweat my nuts and start to floss ? your crew behind your back you ain't shit (fuck 'em) Blow all the noise and get the dick You better believe I got a trick up my ass Press my button And I get live on the tracks and write rhymes while I'm fuckin' "You're dirty kid!" Your damn right cause I'm D-Wyze Caught me fuckin' Mother Nature then I spit in that bitch eye Beats are broken down by The Baka Boyz butcher shop D-Wyze crew is too live, I got 'em noddin' like hop Purely pro, tight like a fresh bitch virgin twamp sack on the room I cut the film like a surgeon The author, kid with large eyes and nasty nucks I grew up in east Oak so you know my life is fucked But who Stands around me while the kid gets wreck on the mic all night? Who you? Yeah right [Chorus] [x4] "Now I'm gonna show you how the west coast smacks kids" - Souls Of Mischief 'That's When Ya Lost' "Boom boom bap boom bam" - D-Nice '25 Ta Life'