Endangered Species

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 fuck 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

The original west coast rhyme riders

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