East vs West [Remix]

歌詞

[Chubb Rock] High sprung with the beat and the groove is sweet licorice Whether you're white-ish, redneck-ish or (?) figureish Whether you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammer You a city hood or you're just country bammer When, afraid our records would hit the top ten But they're illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scorn Born, break up Zulu dawn Whether Big Apple, N.Y. straight to Californ' or Miami Beach, swing bassed up the hoochie If you sample George Clint', you praise crazed Bootsy or the J.R., Texas kids with the hee-haw And the DJ kids cut {*scratch*} It's strictly hip-hop, one two you don't stop It's Chubb Rock with the Chubb, and with the Rawwwwwwwwk! Testin the waters a bit cause I don't understand all this East/West bullshit [Chorus] East vs. West, one contest Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the best East vs. West, one contest Let's see what producer produce shit the best East vs. West, one contest Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the best East vs. West, that's nonsense Let's go on the ninety-six Fresh Fest [Chubb Rock] Whether it's he say or she say, they say or I say If you believe in Ali, or you call him Cassius Clay If you're gold or platinum if those, metals don't happen We're, all up in this peace rappin, no hands clappin until me done when the simple tone turns into a hum Praise to D.M.C., I might need help from Reverand Run If you boast to each coast, and you test who's the best Thank God Jehovah, Allah and Buddha bless People, no sequel cause I might be dead next week And after next week I can't turn the other cheek This against that, high against the - hat Black against black that is wack against wack I've seen the promised land so the earth don't faze me So, I should diss my brother and let the white man pay me - nah I'll try to test the waters a bit cause I don't understand all this East/West bullshit [Chorus] [Chubb Rock] Whether it's.. or.. Whether it's.. or.. Whether you think Magic Johnson still has the Magic Or when Michael Jordan left basketball it was tragic If Pat rules the Knicks or feel Rodman is a freak If we don't stick together we'll be up shit's creek people After the single there might be a sequel level And what we can't solve we'll leave for the Devil Me myself I don't care who's to blame If the shit don't cease, we'll all have the same name You can say f**k it, or have two quarters in the bucket If you're folding sheets, or you're folding pure nuggets (?) If you get a record deal or a publishing deal Whether you're aneroxic or you have sex appeal (?) Whether you're food stampin, jackin a mansion Whether you live in Compton or you chill in East Hampton (?) Whether it's weed or blow, your wife or your hoe I don't care if you mailroom'n or you CEO You're still a nigga..