SCENARIO FREESTYLE

[Intro: Rio Loz, Taj Austin, Ras Austin, Eric Jamal, & ALL] One, two, three, everybody get low Four, five, six, nigga, here comes the Coast Seven, eight, nine, and we back on your mind When I say ten, that means begin! Ayo, we good? (WE GOOD!) Made it out the hood Now everybody move to the back of the bus 'Cause I'm calling shotgun like Elmer Fudd So run Ricky run if you don't want the slug He give no fuck Ras him cut raw like sawdust Raw like condom that bust when hip thrust Say huh, huh, huuuuh, baby, I'm coming! Bust through the pussy wall like Kool-Aid man The new moon rose high and shined on the coastline Kings follow like the northern star through the dark skies Haters gon' say we couldn't do it without a co-sign But my pen move terrains, this a landslide This hip-pop, we came to spit raw What y'all do is backwards, helpin' em win the war Coast gon' give back words that push fourth In one (ONE), two (TWO), to three, four! [Verse 1: Taj Austin] Truthfully, feel like all y'all weak, mmhmm No style, no technique, mmhmm You niggas rhyme with two left feet, mmhmm That's why you ain't snappin' on the beat, mmhmm In the words of T3, "Don't sound too good It sound tainted to me", mmhmm Luckily, I got a good idea You should study what we do and level up, I guarantee ya We the biggest group you ever seen, thank the Elohim Sandman, kick 'em off the stage, crushin' niggas dreams I ain't mean to be that mean, but shit, nah, mean They be kiddin' on the mic, Billie Jean (He, he) Must think I'm the one, mmhmm Type of shit get a nigga pump, get me Move with some caution, they don't want the wrath of Taj Austin Sometimes tryna be this humble is exhaustin' What's a threat to my intellect? That's insultin' I don't fear death, I'm immune to the coffin Wouldn't even sneeze at it if it smelled funny Wanna know why I don't rap about money? I was poor on the block like a 40oz of liquor Probably saw me at the bus stop, on La Cienega Soon as I got the whip, had to take it abroad Got the windows tint five percent, nation of Gods Tried to break that bitch in without breakin' the law Seen the jakes, hit the brakes, nope, that ain't State Farm Told my niggas in the back "Keep ya eyes to the front" 'Cause I know damn sure it ain't nothin' in my trunk Plus I feel the same as OJ about the glove department By the time we looked up, they was gooone Think we good, good, made it out the hood Came up from the dirt, my niggas made it out the mud All in God's will, be still, don't budge, huh Iron sharpens iron in the cells of my blood, huh That's ironic, huh, I cut the rug, huh Turn up the bass, let me teach with the sub, huh Wanna see my bredren up in heaven up above So I try to make an effort everyday to spread the love It's the Coast! [Verse 2: Rio Loz] The new moon rose high, and shined on the coastline Kings follow like the northern star through the dark skies Haters gon say we couldn't do it without a co-sign But my pen move terrains, this a landslide Bendin' earth with every verse, I'm the avatar And since I'm on the coast, I could never get washed up (Go) So peep the scenario, en cada barrio Que corre por mi venas, no necesito hacer cardio Ay dios mío, ay dios mío Me les río a todos lo que piensan, que quieren lío Dile a tu vecina compararé me es un delito Y quédate tranquilo Traigo el puente como tito Y cuando es tu turno oye pana yo te aviso Dile a tu rappero favorito, que los dejo seis pies debajo el piso Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, cuenta conmigo Esto es mucho más facil que mi ABC's Adentro el espejo a mi dios lo encontré Niggas rub me wrong like a genie I bet you wish you could, but you niggas never be me We make it look easy, especially on TV Lyrics jumpin' out on ya screen, like 3D, huhhh! And I'm back Niggas see the Coast and they don't know how to act A bunch of rugrats I done left over the map Fuckin' this bitch called life, breakin' her back Like I'm steppin' on cracks, doing mommas like that tooo And I leave ya face stuck like a statue Pray to God that you never, see me comin' Think you seen it all but you ain't see nothin' [Verse 3: Eric Jamal] Tell 'em to give up the goods (What) Here's a scenario The people say "Thank God, Coast Contra's a miracle" Hip Hop did not die, where did the lyrics go? The music that they drop now, that shit's hysterical (What) I'm just sayin' the shit they play is a merry-go-round That same sound they poundin' through our stereos Fuckin' with frequencies, frequently rappin' about material Things that's so vain that bring shame to spiritual, uewwweehh Don't want none of that in my area Milkin' the game, keepin' my circle smaller than Cherrios They inferior, we are superior, movin' imperial, big dawg You not of our cloth, different interrior Paint me next, right next to Mona Lisa She know, my eyes browsin' on her features What's your frame? I mean, name, nice to meet cha She so cheesy, think she wanna pizza/peace of me But got time for no drama, no time for the opera Better watch how you talk to a L.A.M.A I put my time in so I can be timeless Whether records or necklace, it was never 'bout diamonds If time fly, well, God is my pilot I pray when in private, closin' my eyelids So I can see more when I'm in silence Pineal gland, my food for thought, I hope you can digest This isn't candy, please chew before swallow, here's the motto This Hip Hop, come here if you spit raw It's love on this side, no need to promote war Coast gon' give back words, that push forth 'Till the culture sculpt us four as Mt. Rushmore [Verse 4: Ras Austin] I was mindin' my business from a distance, I hear "Ain't that him?" Of course, I'm him, you know, the usual suspect Picture that, keep the mugshot Yeah, I'm him, you know, the usual suspect Stop, drop, roll, hold We on fire, bring out the hoes Oh shit, old shit, same o' shit, ho shit, some more shit But he give no fuck, Razzy cut raw like sawdust Raw like condom that bust when hip thrust Say huh, huh, huuuuh, baby, I'm comin' Live from the underground, Hip-Hop dungeon The rulers back, rule number one, rap Niggas cap like graduates, this new school shit Young I, move like a old school alumni Fuck these crews, I'm on the coast 'bouta sun dry Too much fentanyl, y'all only dope sometimes Ain't worth the risk, not even just one line Might die from boredom, check the postmortem Made in God's image, but he won't post more of them Y'all not competition, ya like Scottie Pippen Pass the mic, stop trippin' Wishin', a nigga would, for my profession As a lumberjack, I axe, that's no question I'm blessed to eat with the gang, with the bredren Y'all came in second, us, we just came for the seconds Y'all top five taste yum, finger lickin' On thumb, shit get greasy Thumbin' through this chicken, huh, didn't I tell you? Like momma with the whippin', I go craaazy But son, you niggas much different Got full custody, y'all stuck with me You ain't gotta fuck with me, just don't fuck with me Coast got trust in me, they get buck with me If you got love for me, that's enough, I feel complete Man, no mankind that can compete Landed land mines right at my damn feet, then I blew up Who wanna walk a mile in my sneaks, go boom God got you ya soul, rest in peace, or pieces No, it's not a thesis, I achieved it, really did blow up Niggas ain't believe it 'till they seen it Came across they screens like great defense Coast 'bout to go up, they call me the reason knight, y'all (Night y'all) Knight y'all (Night y'all) Cop ya merch, it's on the site, y'all (On site, y'all) Coast on the scene, but before this was a dream We had Q-Tip on our ear wax and Phife Dawg The perfect scenario