WHAT'S DA CENARIO

Verse 1: [Taj Austin]

Aye yo we good?

(We Good)

Made it out the hood

Now everybody move to the back of the bus Cuz I’m calling shotgun like Elmer Fudd

So Run Ricky Run if you don’t want the slug

Truthfully

Feel like all y’all weak mmhmm

No style no technique mmhmm

You **** rhyme with 2 LEFT FEET mmhmm

That’s why you ain’t SNAPPING ON THE BEAT mmhmm

In the words of T3 (SlumVillage)

“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 them off the stage

Crushing **** DREAMS

I ain’t mean to be that mean but shit nah mean

They be KIDDING on the mic (MIKE) BILLIE JEAN

(HE HE) - must “think I’m the one” emm emm

Type of shit get a **** pump get me

-MOVE WITH SOME CAUTION

THEY DONT WANT THE WRATH OF TAJ AUSTIN

SOMETIMES TRYNA BE THIS HUMBLE IS EXHAUSTING

WHAT’S A THREAT TO MY INTELLECT THAT’S INSULTING

I DON’T FEAR DEATH I’M IMMUNE TO THE COFFIN (COUGHING) WOULDN’T EVEN SNEEZE AT IT IF IT SMELLED FUNNY

Wanna know... why I don’t... rap about money

I was poor (POUR) out ON THE BLOCK like a 40oz of LIQUOR

Probably SAW me at the bus stop on La Cienega (SEE-A-****)

Soon as I got the whip, had to take it abroad

Got the windows tint 5% (Five-Percenters)

NATIONS OF GODS

Tried break that bitch in without breaking the law

Seen the JAKES, hit the breaks nope that ain’t STATE FARM

Told my **** in the back keep ya eyes to the front

Cuz I know damn sure it ain’t nothing in my trunk

Plus I feel the same as OJ about the GLOVE department

By the time we looked up they was goooooone Think we good

Good

Made it out the hood

Came up from the dirt my **** made it out the mud All in God’s will be still (STEEL) don’t budge

IRON sharpens IRON in the cells of my blood

The IRONic I CUT the rug

Turn up the BASE let me TEACH with SUB Wanna see my bredren up in Heaven above

So I try to make effort everyday to spread the love it’s the COAST

Verse 2: [RioLoz]

1,2,3

Everybody get low

4,5,6

**** here comes The Coast

7,8,9

and we back on ya mind

When I say 10 that means begin!

- The new moon rose high and shined

on the coast line

Kings follow like the northern star thru the dark skies Haters gone say we couldn’t had done it without a co-sign But My pen moves terrains this a landslide

Bending earth with every verse

I’m the avatar

& since I’m on the coast I could never get washed up

So Peep the scenerio

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 6 pies debajo el piso

1,2,3,4,5,6

Cuenta conmigo

Esto es mucho más facil que mi ABC’s

Adentro el espejo a mi dios lo encontré

**** rub me wrong like a genie

I Bet you wish you could but you **** never be me We make it look easy

Especially on TV

Lyrics jumping out on ya screen

Like 3D

Huhhh!

& im back

**** 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

Breaking her back

Like I’m stepping on cracks

Doing mommas like that too

& I Leave ya face stuck like a statue

Pray to god that you never see me coming

Think you seen it all but you ain’t see nothin!

Verse 3: [Eric Jamal]

This Hip Hop

we came to spit it Raw What ya’ll do is backwards Help em win this War Coast gone give back words That Push Fourth

In 1 2 3 4!

Tell ’em to give up the Goods (What!?)

Here’s ah scenario

The people say

Thank God

Coast Contra’s a Miracle

Hip Hop

did not die

*Where did Lyrics go

The music that they drop now that shits Hysterical (What!)

I’m just saying

The shit they play is a Merry Go Round

the same Sound

They pounding through our stereos

Fuckin with frequencies

Frequently rap about material things

that’s so vain

That bring shame to spiritual

EWWWEEHHH

*Don’t want none of that in my area

Milking Game

Keeping my circle

smaller than Cheerios

They inferior

We are superior

Moving Imperial

Big Dawg

You not of our cloth

Different interior

Paint me next, right next to Monalisa

She no my, eyes browsing on her features

What’s your frame, i mean name? Nice to meet cha She so cheesy, think she wanna pizza of me

But got no time for no drama

No time for no opera

Better watch how you talk to a LAMA

I put my time in so I can be timeless

Whether records or necklaces

it was never bout diamonds

If time fly... well, God is my pilot

I pray when in private

closing my eye lids

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 Is

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 gone give back words

That Push Forth

Till the Culture Sculpt us 4 as Mt. Rushmore

Verse 4: [Ras Austin]

I give no fuck

Ras he cut raw like saw dust

Raw like condom that bust when hip thrust

Say huh huh huuuuh

Baby I’m coming!

Bust through the pussy wall like cool aid man

I was Minding business in from distance hear “ain that him”

Yeah 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 whoa

We on fire bring out the hoes

Oh shit

Old shit

Same’o shit ho shit some more shit but he

give no fuck

Ras him cut raw like saw dust

Raw like condom that bust when hip thrust

Say huh huh huuuuh Baby I’m coming!

Live from the underground HipHop dungeon

The rulers back rule number one .. Rap

**** cap like graduates this new school shit

Young I

Move like an old school alumni

Fuck these crews/cruise I’m on the coast bouta sun dry

To much fentanyl y’all only dope sometimes

Ain’t worth my 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 Scotty Pippen pass the mic / pass to mike stop tripping Wishing

A **** would / wood for my profession

As a lumber Jack I axe / ask that’s no question

I blessed to eat with Gang with the bredren

Y’all came in second, us we just came for the seconds

Y’all top 5 taste yum finger licking on thumb shit get greasy thumbing through this chicken Huh

DIDN’T I TELL YOU!

Like momma with the whipping

I go crazy but son you **** 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 our damn feet then we blow up

Who wanna walk a mile in my sneaks go boom

God got you ya soul/sole Rest In Peace or pieces

No that’s not a thesis I achieved it

Really did blow up

**** ain’t believe it till they seen it by came across they screens like great defense Coast bout to go up

They call me the Reason knight yall!!!

(Knight y’all)

Knight y’all

(Knight y’all)

Cop ya merch it’s on site yall

(Site yall)

Coast on the scene

but before this was dream

we had Q-tip on our ear wax & Phife Dawg

The perfect scenario