The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders

The original west coast rhyme riders

It's really just elementary ugh!

The turn of the century
Focal point, with forced entry
Force not to be reckoned with

Second wind sets in
Jolt of electricity
Sting with synchronicity

Scorpions' tail snaps
Crippling simplicity
Walk through the desert

Warm breath
Creates a sandstorm
Transform

Rattle Snake Strike
Smell your hands warm
Fangs puncture palms, venom

Seeps through your veins
Pain you shouldn't intervene
See me on the center screen

Kaleidoscope
Aqua blue, turquoise and winter green
Sunshine blasting

Bright beams of ultraviolet, ugh!
Violence sentenced, stylist
Causes silence


The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders

The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders


Temperature very low
Icicle hell storm
Bellows a row

Between the channel of the cable
And the cross bow
Comes an elevation

Of pressure
In regards
Compel a high water

When all hell freezes over
And breaks loose in a hand basket
Idle hands

Mastered my mix down
Instead of slinging tools in
Fallen Angel's workshop

Burning the once lifted
Whip in the place of galley
A quick trip through the gallery

And I'll see all that I need
Death on a pale steed
Heads on a steel blade

Treads on a shallow grave
Ball on a hollow acrylic frame


The future flashes redundancy
Do what you can to $#&@ the industry


The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders

The original west coast rhyme riders

A captain can't abandon his ship

Stranded I randomly rip
Rap with a strangling grip
I'm mangling quick

Prevails a hard rocker
You're just a dangling dick
That's about 3 inches

At first it kind pinches
Then it burns like
You wouldn't believe
When I get in you
Any venue

Mad Childs flaming
You're on the menu
Let's Continue
First I'll send you to
The fiery depths

With molten core
Is molding
Hey, don't suck my dick just hold it
I took and shook the house first
We rocked it

Then we rolled it
I told you I was holding
Four aces, you shoulda folded

I dig what I rip

With greater expectations
And heavy way
Loaded to the teeth
The dull steel hull of
My fully war equipped skull
Shoots down the sand bags

Cancel the streak able
Award winning costumes and makeup
Big tops and wild villains
Break up the chameleon
It's to blend and devise the fabric
Hybrids of natural schematics
Plastic coated human

Form makes them easy targets
For rifle practice

The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders
The original west coast rhyme riders

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