You shall burn from the inside

[Either try?] to be a reminder or a replica

Thee have the fucking audacity

To try and duplicate the motherfuckin' original guys

Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa

If ain't 'bout the Coast or RioLoz it's *basura* (trash)

It's the chain game ruler, y'all just chain smoke hookah

Ain't no weak links around here, we're all jewelers

Droppin' gems, I had a dream, Martin Luther

Haters try angles like they lost in Bermuda

Had to maneuver past fishier **** than barracudas

Now I howl at the moon through the subwoofer

Still deeper than the lowest scale on the tuba

The grand poobah, from Cuba back to Chattanooga

Catch me in the cut waiting for ya like a state trooper

Graduated without a degree, school of hard knocks, fuck a tutor

My **** never had troubleshootin' like computers

Cause where I'm from, the beef come with sticks like a skewer

We know them industry **** be full of shit, like the sewer

So we nevermind 'em, what we doin', *si*!

Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa

Expand ya medula: the standard demanded by Rulaz

Way I birthed the style so organic, I'm damn near a doula

Peculiar, some son ****, me, I'll nephew ya

Why you think I rock the - unk? The kids got a loota spunk

Ya dig, I'll school ya, roll call like shabooya!

Who do ya think you are, intruder? You can't fool us

Worse table manners than Judas

Walking down tyrants, hawked 'em down for talking down on giants

Made 'em all compliant, shook a pride of 20 lions

What's a prayer to a predator? I don't prey regular

I can smell fear from my perimeter (shm, shm)

Then pursue ya!

Rapping at the apex, my rhymes bussin' out the latex

This shit raw, but y'all yaallll stick to safe sex

Or else it's Kama Sutra, might end up in fucked up positions that don't suit ya

Get bad for you losers, it's the coast ****

Rick in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa

They call us four Mount Rushmore, like we stared at Medusa

Straight stone faces, no smoked Gouda (cheese)

Which rapper really want that smoke, ****

Tell me hookah (cough, cough)

That line was muted

It's Coast Contra, we plead the fifth like the Constitution

The coast is bigger than rap - this a Contrabution

To hip-hop culture, look, I be damned like Vancouver

Coast control the waves like mother Luna

With flows that can currently school a scuba instructor

No day's off, these rappers really...

*They fucking losers, they playing hooky*

But the hooks I'm writing could snag a tuna!

A king's pen - here to serve bars like Larry Hoover - amen?

Can I get a hallelujah? My brothers are really Truman

Carrying Jim's to give to sinners like Ryan Coogler

But trust, this is not a movie it's Coast ****!

Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa

America came to us, nah - we ain't come from Zamunda

Damage who I'm summa Killuminati

Ya body cap it's translucent, for translation

That mean I seen through ya

**** I move through **** like Luda

Don't disturb my peace, cuz you could meet the Buddah in mid-feast

Get chewed up in the belly of the obese

Where odds don't get beat, not even by producers

Cruci-fy these small fry, they yucca, calculated

I deduced this deuce deuce will reduce ya to a bit

No joke, save that for Laughapalooza

Yeah, it's ha-ha for now, but it's wann-wann in the future, look

I'm super good at this trade, nah - I am Luka

They throw parades, I toss grenades

The alley oop was not quite the same

They out classed like Ferris Bueller

How we supposed to make it much more apparent that we the Rulaz?