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[Intro: Taj]
We up on Cosmic Kev, man, uh
Been a dream for a minute, so have to be here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Apt. 505 is out right now
Coast Contra in the buildin', my name is Taj Austin by the way
Let's get to it
Let me feel it right quick, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Taj]
If it ain't the coast, it's light, it's morse code
Like the cast of Coda, we ain't here for these award shows
We was bein' nice, we knock twice, then let the door closed
Culture paid the price and now it's like y'all being foreclosed, huh
It's been a hard time and long grind, so I can't forsakе the rest
By design I program my mind to еliminate the best
Is it an agoraphobic trait to stand first place? Yes
'Cause of a loss I can't accept, had a profound concept
Wanna separate from the herd
I will need the urge of Johnny Depp versus
My Life in the worst version, holdin' the burdens of regret, uh
A chain'll never hang from my neck, my shoulders heavy
Run a chip off the old block from the boulder that I hold already
Life's precious, lose that, then it's all over
Rather Guard-AI, than to let God hit me with the cross over
Talk money? Yeah, the talk's over
I'll leave a nigga message left on read next to the Mars Rover
All of my thoughts depart, sober, been ten years since I bought a soda
Hold up, yeah, showin' New York, but shout-out to Philly
And my voice is 'bout to echo the Apple just like Siri
E-equals-MC-squared by Einstein, still we compare Rio to nothin'
Not even mine, monasteries, Ras' pick
Gettin ad-lib straight from the tooth-fairy
I be clowning, calling "Not It" 'cause the kid is too scary
It's hurtful, like the amount on my Herschel
Tryna ball hardest, define mines account sayin' Urcle
That's why the Coast going commercial
But I treat ya top five worse than a Joe Jackson rehearsal
'Cause them boys are not live, we don't never seem to fit in
We have never seen to Philly, plus the shit too contrived
We was taught to channel greatness, saw some thoughts to describe
You should go and cop the album with the officer's pie
'Cause what we kick is universal, plus the thought come from God
It's the 5'9" giant, said it time and time again
I don't care who? What? Where? What's on my mind is "When?"
I never took a loss with peace, never lost sleep
Never count sheep, never count me out as a black sheep
That's a count to infinity
Mentally I resurrect the feelin of Big L, hand it off to my enemy
I'm drippin' holy water in this bitch, it's drenched in alkalinity
I'm convinced niggas ain't hit this watch ten times just like the omnitrix
We couldn't build rocks so we built the monolith
Who knew Area 51 would be the sponsor?
Newest niggas in the game, don't forget the name, it's Coast Contra
Taj Austin, goddamn, nigga, let's go
Cosmic Kev, what's up? Yeah
[Interlude: Ras]
Oh yeah, it's my turn, baby
Sokrates and Moses, yessir
Ayo, Kev, it's been a dream, man, it's been a dream, I swear to God
I swear to God, I swear to God
Yo check it, uh, yo

[Verse 2: Ras]
It's been a dream for so long, Kev, to reach this place with my dogs
Type dream you hold on too long, it test your faith with your God
Kev, they don't know the tears we shed, the shakes, the withdrawals
I was fiendin', pipe-dreamin', spittin' crack through my jaw
My back on the wall, reality checks was payin' the costs
I'm payin' my dues, my inner demons wagin' a war
Los Angelan, Los Angeles where niggas' halos is bought
My morals exhausted, while heaven's gate's surveyin' my flaws
Just let me in, please, just let me in the land of milk and honey
Calisthenics, exercise my demons, really sweat the money
I'm offended by these fuckin' rappers, thinkin' this shit funny
Gave my life, so much sacrifice, the Reaper gon' refund me
Blood in the water, shark fins on the coast that I chartered
I stayed afloat, wanted to pop with all the love of a daughter
Turned radical on ya, the knock-knock wasn't loud enough for ya
The block might, brrt, chop-chop, nigga, open this door up
Blood in the water, I tried to warn 'em
Stay of my side of the coast, you might spot shark fin for yourself, no one to help
Bone marrow, I chew on it, nuance to taste buds
Help me stomach the loads
I'm influenced like how I be run up on them hoes
Like how the fuck my will has been imposed?
Like it been for the vogue, uh, yeah
Sail with us, better play it with us, since it's the Coast
If we here to gloat, my niggas ain't laugh with you off of a boast
You been off the chain, ya freedom revoked
Mind unchained, you see the result, I'm unfeigned
My niggas is not playin' with ya game, my niggas is dope, ayy
We're rap shit, I heard your best shit, that's whack shit
We're screamin', "Weak" from the background, I'll do your adlibs
You might weigh a whole photon
These niggas lightweight and that bar was lightwork
About how light work
I'm that live
A lil' nigga since that size
Lookin' to be a rap god, figured I could out rap god
Drowned in my sorrow, sheesh, then I baptized
Emerged from my tears a different tier, should tat' mines, yes
I guess they must've forgot that we the best alive
No sweat, I'll jog your memory before the exercise
Put us in XXL like it's precious size
Lil' nigga with big dreams, big as precious size
Real nigga with big dreams and P Diddy schemes
I'm in your bitch like, "Take that," I did Diddy things
At Puffy house, I take that those is Diddy things
I'm bad boy, no, "My bad," boy, I'm really mean
Sick with it, take ya top five, run a light scrimmage
All scrubs, make 'em all subs 'til the game ended
Who's who? I need Blues clues, shit is encrypted
Who's who? We need Blues clues
We see Bloods crippin', facts
We see thugs kissin', facts
We see lost niggas
New slaves, cop 'em a chain, claim they boss niggas
That's why we do us and we stand by it
Piss you off, point to the urinal, pussy, stand by it
Niggas can't stand by us, niggas can't walk with us
Your bitch could barely talk to us, we borderline chalk niggas, facts
Coast Contra facts, please ponder that
Who's the best? Fuck a East to West, Coast is where we at
I was stressed, I was fuckin' vexed, made it on this map
Coast Contra on Cosmic Kev, niggas runnin' laps 'round your circle
You niggas is Urcle, he Stephon
Off the tap, stop playin' with me, nigga, that's word is bond
It's the Coast, y'all niggas suck, we just having fun
What the fuck, nigga?
Cosmic Kev, nigga, I been tellin' these niggas to stop playin', bro
Stop playin', bro
[Interlude: Rio]
Kev, Kev, Kev, yeah, yeah yeah you already know, it's a blessin'

[Verse 3: Rio]
Fuck I look like Kane y'all get me out my character
Just know I'm sticking to the script, on and off the camera
I came in high on a high note, my legato embarrass ya
I leave them on these tracks just like Harriett
The underground's alien, I just became a citizen
Started in a third world country to give you niggas a head start
And now I'm winnin', so consider this a fair loss
This in God's hands, ain't nothin' out of reach
I done made it farther than the devil's arms with my peeps
From the West to East, slime like grease
Conqueror in the streets
Steppin' on names, came in the game
All you heard was "Si"
Liftin' up souls, rockin' the mic like a rosary
I let the mic burn like sage 'cause Palo Santo my family tree
Clearin' these niggas out these cleaners, we seen the prophecy
Seven years ago, now this is it in actuality
We play the background like green screens without the special effects
And now we break the internet on accident
There's a very thin line between life and society
Money, fame, status got you trapped in reality
System of livin' illustrated by politicians
False preachers preachin' 'bout religions, but we all sinnin'
Dope dealers, it's hope they give us on my corner
With judgement day in heaven to the best lawyer
See me with a smile, but it's really no joke
Seen these inner city folks losing hope, tryna cope
Now these new children grown and the innocence is gone
But word to the mothers, I'm the motherland's brother
Got so lost until I realized I was the compass
It's all mathematics, they tryna chalk your circumference
Smooth operator, deeper than Tomb Raider
Soul liberator, I'm God's translator
Call it what you want, look I'm young in my papers
Coast Contra
[Interlude: Eric]
Oh yeah, can we turn it up a lil' bit?
Yeah, holdin' it down, I got you
We in Philly, man, we back home
Yeah, uh
Timothy could've been what he wanted
But Lil Timmy like to hang on the corners
Damn, Timmy-Timmy chose to play a persona
Damn shame, Lil Timmy a goner

[Verse 4: Eric]
Hoo, Timmy-Timmy Turner never had a burner
Always knew he was the son of a gun
Niggas talk about it but don't be about it
Soon as they see one, they the first one to run
Pray for niggas who can't be who they want
They live in hell like the air in they lungs
And back in they mind they know they front
Tryna cover with the money and stunt
Y'all doin' too much, enough is enough
Niggas is watchin too much store on the bluff, gassin' you up
Until they pull up unleaded and dumped on by ten out the pump
Hope they gonna die as riches not a bum that make change everyday for the ones
That give a fuck about the people in slums
'Cause first ones be last and the last ones be one
Keepin' it blunt, promise you niggas we weedi'n you out
This is smoke you don't want, you know in your guts
All of your music is trash, allow me to empty the Dutch
My nigga, what up?
I can stand behind my bars, I eat a sentence for lunch
I am not here to judge, but I can tell from all your jewelry, you niggas mentally cuffed
Look guilty as fuck, boy, we supposed to be youngins
We call that a Benjamin Button, let's keep it a hundred
Y'all supposed to be teachin' or somethin', niggas ain't preachin' or nothin'
This is God-bodied like a verse from the son
Pray for a different one, yeah, I prey for your crumbs
Niggas lookin' like, "That nigga the one
Yo, Eric Jamal? Yo, that nigga the one," hoo
Yeah, I'm the one, I champ myself
Thinkin' outside the box, I don't need no belt
Every punchline on the beat gets felt and I can't be beat until I beat myself
Everyone on they ghost writer, go and get help
Everyone of my bars is going for sale
Niggas lookin at me like a nigga may
Ooh, hold up, count that in cash
I'ma show you how you triple the bag
I remember every meal was a stack
And now we treatin' every mil' like a stack
Weigh that with bread, we nacho, can't pop it on tags
Yo the cop who was shiftin the badge, and I know that I'm black
You think it's because how I rap
I should be drippin in fashion, livin the fastest
I might go and buy me a Jag', I'm a different type of 'Cat
Never lyin when I rap, small letters no cap
Two C's on my back
You ain't ask me how I've been? Don't ask me where I'm at
Coast Contra on the map, real niggas that can rap, rap, rap
Nigga from EBT to the TIP's, told my P-O-P I'm on P-O-P
On G-O-D when I D-I-E, and I'm a B-I-G like P-A-C
Or a good brother like N-I-P, keep going like I-N-G
No E-N-D for all my MC's, R.I.P. if you R-A-P
Nigga, it's The Coast

[Verse 5: Taj]
We out to bless speakers, be some truth seekers
Mines collect sneakers, wake up, dick leaning to the left like Pisa
Pull up ballin', callin' on the half court, no subpoena
No limit, nigga you can check that it wasn't on the VISA
"LOL, nice to meet ya", huh, we been on ya mind
I'm good for three like Adidas, but today don't cross the line
They glorified doin' dirt, we purified
We can't cross paths, that's cross contamination on the vibes
Got a dead pants on sanitation on the side
Bro you not my mans, I don't know if you disguised
Sayin' everythin' you flow, if I didn't look up
I might think it's true that I know you as a lie
Fuck that, kiss 'em goodbye like "Muah"
With some Mr. Mack Glock, nasty
Spit a flow, make 'em flood it, make a reservoir
Look at me, Pullin' planes outta my ghetto repertoire
Name buzzin' on the ethanol, nigga
Dope shit to sell a brick of coke to a locksmith
Step on the keys to success, then tell 'em "Yeah, I'm locked in"
It's like that, I'm really him, so you won't get the mic back, stop it
Profits, got a vision, just lineaged ya optics
I likes a menace like men to deminish your pockets
Sinister, but it's regular fuckin' some nazis
Six feet, that's how deep in the streets the plot gets
These days niggas will hold you down to hold you hostage
Hold up, you only watch while we take your wrist
Now you froze up, the word is in, the people chose us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the word is in

[Verse 6: Eric]
I talk to Jesus, tell him about my demons
As a sinner I stand between the concept good and evil
Send out the sermon, but I'm not no deacon
We not religious, but these verses hittin' like Churches, turn 'em to believers
Hip Hop's back, early eighties until upper nineties
Nigga this is that crack and when we rap, we really snap
Bring that Boom Bap back, they fiendin'
For something that might give them substance, I tell you they need it
They calling us fuckin' genius
It's Coast Contra, now who's gonna weather the four seasons
The coldest flows will turn your hottest rapper anemic
Got chosen, the truth besieges
I keep it stoic, they surely throw it, I know they weakness
Our para-allegiance started the Coast Contra beacon
Givin' the light to those seekin'
The fire defining thesis, so they can find out what peace is
Keep tryin', I am Eric Jamal
Philly nigga, yeah I came here to draw
Who gon' tell me I'm wrong for writing what's right from wrong
I get it from God
Not to keep it, but to give it to y'all
See, we here to provide, but some of you niggas is killing my vibe
Low frequencies be killing my high
Listen dawg, I am all for it, I ball for it
If I fall, Eric Jamal, crawl for it
I want my Net to hit number one, like Crawford
And it's art form, I'm lyrically gon' talk to 'em
It's imperative to switch the narrative
Look at our heritage, I come from pyramids, born in America, not American
Look at my fair skin, don't treat me fairly
Fucking arrogance, it's so embarrassing, built off a character
That's why the people chose us

[Verse 7: Rio]
Ay, I give it back, cause when you die you'll never take it
So take my heart and sing along in every language
Visualize the letters and peep yourself my endeavors
Recognize the hard times, and your pride wasn't even mentioned
The street's voice, I got to write cause I don't got a choice
Dropped outta high school, all of my setbacks got me to this point
Too genius gave my nine-to-five purpose to be unemployed
My posse spittin raps I used to jot in the back of Rejoice
From sleepin' on the back of a bus to wakin' up inside a Royce
And tryna fill the void and resurrect the feelings they destroyed
Built up, your boys and girls
Just because you can rhyme that don't mean that you should rap
So many rappers lack purpose in this whack
If I don't hear enough pain inside your verses
I will run it back, game broke my heart a million ways
But I kept comin' back, I haven't looked back since the day I said I do
Now the street sweeper flies over the moon, with the same broom
Haven't looked back since the day I said I do
Now the street sweeper flies over the moon with the same broom

[Verse 8: Ras]
Ayo, I climbed the Eiffel, cursed your name, like "Pardon my French" I'm spiteful
Spit that shit now watch the drip beside you, still can't find a rifle
The God MC, I seek a challenge, like the rhyme, Bible
A fine line between my book of rhymes and Iro
Envoke a different convo, higher flow will shock your mind
But mostly find you niggas in denial, we literally swam the Nile
Found that flow within a mile, got 'em drownin' tryna attempt the style
Now it's dirty water, lookin' like Flint man
Y'all buck nice, won't lock jaws in a pit fight
Tight shit, Mike Vic might just dislike, you don't sit right
On the throne, bitch, type XX, they don't ever really get Y
Chromosomes stand up, man up on ya own
Just stand up for ya own
We're screamin' "Hands up", most niggas had they hands out all along
I don't mean to beg, but nigga please can you move along?
I heard the Fee-Fi-Fo big steps on the microphone, back when dem lights was not on
My future been bright all along
Had fire on wax and nobody candle light, tryna write these poems
Grew up to like these poems
My inner child write these, I recite these for 'em, hype these for 'em
On a Supreme Being, getcha hypeman on, nightmare form
Who raised the bar, we figured you tryna adjust the mic stand for 'em
Believe this, I speak the truth fluent through broken English
My slanguage is spoken by linguists
Come get your mind fucked, my stroke of genius
Keep me from a casket, that's no joke, I mean it
I earned my livin', bro, my ashes might just envoke a phoenix
I'm different, a judge can't even budge my life decisions
I swear I got the most conviction and my pen the most efficient
I ain't here to lead em
We need our freedom under no conditions
Word to all y'all politicians
It's different, dawg
That's why the people chose us ("Chose us")

[Outro: Ras]
Fuck y'all talkin about?
Ay nigga, let me talk my shit! Fuck! It took me too long to get here!
Ay Kev, I'm done with these niggas bro!
Ayo word, I swear on God, everyone of you rappers
(Whooping) nigga