Song | The West Is... |
Artist | The Nonce |
Album | World Ultimate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[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 |
[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, Tmass 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 twoways 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 funkyass hiphop 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 ninetythree 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 |
[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, Tmass 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 twoways 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 funkyass hiphop 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 ninetythree 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 |