just a quite ol day in the west for quick and baba
no oj, winonas, ok, we spittin slobber
me and babaluie start a cypher lookin for spar mates
i snatched some dude we had locked up after a car chase
spit yo game dunny, lemme loosen the cuffs
he said u first, i proceeded to chewin him up
never a loss for the boss bitch thats a sad given
punchline after punch wit babalouie ad libbin (ooooh)
i tol babalouie chill lets peep the skills a bit
the dilegent criminal militent went into killin it
damn thats some illin shit..till i herd familiar rhymes
fuckin THIEF! sucked my teef, pulled out gats to fill his spine
baba located the shotty and shitty shank while
the pro of rhyme coppy thru ghostwrittens rhymes at me wild!
mead compostion grazed my fade leavin my mane torn
while shame swarmed me as he stormed off i changed forms....
tumbleweeds and stray dustmites cross my visible path
masked by lyrical wrath, i hear the criminals pitiful laff
i gallop forth on all 4's 2 hinds and 2 44's
this means war savage cabbage splittin sword gore
louie lays numb, recycled rhymes punctured his gut
my thunderous strut, and gallops are suitable for cuttin scallop
and essentially thats exactly what i came to do
mentally this rhyme thiefs brain is obviously inhumanely screwed
"show yourself coward, dont make this hard on the both of us
you kno u suck, and if u spit our rhymes u shooda quoted us"
out of the smokin dust, he busted automatics off
punchline, similie, metaphor verses illmatic lost-
he empty'd off completly leaving only gun smoke
as i pierced thru it's cloud, ascending the way the sun floats
his dumb founed expression changed, the strike was hella strong
as he sang his jail song..wit six strings you could call me El Kabong...
to be recorded....