XXXChorusXXX
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
XXXLady InsaneXXX
---New shit, New spit ~ dropped upon your ears~UNWIND/
I'm comming representin the WEST wit that LYRICAL~MIND/
New flava~yes a sista spitten~crippin, reppin the TOWN/
I Put it ~DOWN~ straight ~CLOWN~ & dont fuck ~AROUND~/
When it comes to the 'RAP GAME' I run shit like transit for short you can call me METRO/
I leave fake MC's runnin ragged & sluggish like they ran out of PETRO/
Tacoma is the city ~1979~ whare a star was born ~COME take heed to my WORTH/
I've been blessed but surrounded by jelouse haters since the day of my BIRTH/
Hatin ass BITCHE'S can catch a slug in they throat and straight BURST/
Killen off "wanna be ~me~ but hate me's" is what I crave ~My THURST~/
I "HOT~BOX" bitches like "JOINTS" just call me SUGAR~RAY/
MAKE~WAY for this WEST COAST female ~SHE'S HERE TO STAY~/
XXXK-otikXXX
---hold up, wait a minute, lets make some space for the lyrical genuine.../
this shit is so hard, it's way to hard to be swallowin.../
who else stays on lock, who keeps the west coast ballin.../
it's lady insane, the lady who puts a new difinition on locc'ed to the brain.../
spittin more poison, than a rattle snake who bit into your vein.../
the women who kills at her own will, droppin lyrical pain.../
fuck fame, cause fame enters you into a deadly game of monopoly.../
where cash rules all, and hardly anything is considered your personal property.../
possibily, you'll maintain your personality, but personally.../
We really don't give a shit about you, this is west coast.../
where rivals become ghost, and mcees are eatin up like suculent roast.../
let me make a toast, for every city west of the mississippi.../
and roll me a blunt, so i can smoke directly at four twenty.../
pass it right to my closest homie, then pass it left, to my closest enemie.../
because i keep a tab, on anyone who attempts to make me mad.../
how sad, a slit throat, chokin because i wrapped his head in a glad bag.../
XXXChorusXXX
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
XXXLady InsaneXXX
---I always stay up & 'On Top' keepin my shit ELEVATED…/
You can't hate me for my style and grace, I'm only what the WEST CREATED…/
Off this lyrical shit, I'm leavin motha fucka's, Mentally, Heavily SEDATED…/
I hope nigga's shit is FLAMEPROOF cuz my shit is on FIRE…/
I spit Lyrics that representin the WEST cuz that's my hearts DESIRE…/
Takin MC's to a level that's HIGHER…/
I 'GET OFF' on killin MC's like R.Kelly 'get's off' on watchin child PORN…/
I been spitten deadly lyrics since the day I was BORN…/
Like a pussy after birth I'm leavin nigga's lyrically TORN…/
I'm commin with the skillz that's shapin the game for all MANKIND…/
You better stay ALERT when you fuckin wit that female wit that LYRICAL MIND…/
I got the POWER to hold 50 nigga's lyrically CONTAINED…/
Like a Prisoner of WAR I'll keep your status on 'LOCK DOWN"~SUSTAINED…/
Prepare for DISTRUCTION I'm slicen fake MC's and bringin the PAIN…/
You better RECOGNIZE Lady Insane, these other females aint got SHIT ON MY GAME…/
XXXK-otikXXX
---who else blesses the mic, who else would punk you for your bike.../
who comes with a delivery you can't even recite, antaganising lyrical gun fights.../
we hit the trees till our brains take flight, elevating our highs to new heights.../
it's the aurora, tacoma connect, ridin highs till we come down like plane wrecks.../
the ones who come with the sick dialect, fuck comin out socially correct.../
fuck lettin this get erotic, we leave the crowds dazed like we were hypnotic.../
goin super sonic, infecting millions in miliseconds, with skill that feels tremendous.../
ditchin every class, maintaining perfect attendance, we're too intense.../
bustin through your best defense, killing you with a game winning offense.../
i'm too sick to quit, strap us to a crusfics, and leave us for dead with our wrists slit.../
and i guarntee we'll come back for vengance, and murder your parents and desendents.../
freestyling misfits, beating up all the dumb nitwits, with only god as your witness.../
watch your kneck get bit, i'm just a vampire, that drinks from the blood of innocent.../
XXXChorusXXX
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
XXXLady InsaneXXX
---'WEST SIDE'
~We take shit talkin nigga's & bitches and MANGLE UM…/
Put um in tha trunk, take um to the woods & STRANGLE UM…/
They can't fuck wit the SICCNESS when nigga's raise up we grab the strap wit the QUICKNESS…/
We decapitate fools talkin shit on the WEST…/
Reach in with my bare hand and pull the heart out your CHEST…/
~I test~ any bitch tryin to fuck wit me, I'm straight out of TACOMA reppin that ~253…/
A gang a nigga's out here is claimen they hard but they just as soft as P.DIDDY…/
Get your bitch ass slapped the fuck down if you bring that shit to MY CITY…/
Cuz we don't fuck around ~When it come's to this GAME…/
AND you nasty ass bitches keep your mouth off my NAME../
~It's a SHAME~ shit talkin bitches is just mad cuz they can't FIGURE ME…/
But I keep my Head Raised never lettin these bitches TRIGGER ME…/
I'm screamin out fuck them HOES and these nigga's is mad cuz they can't touch my FLOWS…/
But I don't give a fuck I stay ontop of my shit never STRESSIN…/
I'm spitten that shit that keeps these nigga's GUESSIN…/
XXXK-otikXXX
---shitty flows we’re interceptin, breakin you down into little sections…/
leaving you lost with no direction, who else comes with ryhmes of distruction…/
you won’t live to see the next generation, not when I come with my lyrical weapons…/
neck breakin delivery, beating you up beyond recovery, leaving you fucked up literally…/
beatin you over the head, until we erase ourselves from your memory…/
but don’t you worry, I’ll be back some time in the next century…/
still in the penetentury, for insult and battery, doesn’t that fuck you up mentally…/
let me put you out of your misery, and leave you head less with a michetti.../
steal your mazaratti, drink a fifth of jack until it's empty.../
and start driving around like i'm mario andretti, admit, ya'll ain't really ready.../
otherwise you would hold it down steady, instead, i snipe you out like you were president kennedy.../
the written profit, spittin all sorts of profanity, consumned only with insanity.../
it's lady insane that locates your proxemity, it's sinfully kaotik that seals your obituary.../
cause unfourtinitly, for you haters, this comes far from any form of fictionary.../
<<<<Chorus>>>>
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
X2
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
XXXLady InsaneXXX
---New shit, New spit ~ dropped upon your ears~UNWIND/
I'm comming representin the WEST wit that LYRICAL~MIND/
New flava~yes a sista spitten~crippin, reppin the TOWN/
I Put it ~DOWN~ straight ~CLOWN~ & dont fuck ~AROUND~/
When it comes to the 'RAP GAME' I run shit like transit for short you can call me METRO/
I leave fake MC's runnin ragged & sluggish like they ran out of PETRO/
Tacoma is the city ~1979~ whare a star was born ~COME take heed to my WORTH/
I've been blessed but surrounded by jelouse haters since the day of my BIRTH/
Hatin ass BITCHE'S can catch a slug in they throat and straight BURST/
Killen off "wanna be ~me~ but hate me's" is what I crave ~My THURST~/
I "HOT~BOX" bitches like "JOINTS" just call me SUGAR~RAY/
MAKE~WAY for this WEST COAST female ~SHE'S HERE TO STAY~/
XXXK-otikXXX
---hold up, wait a minute, lets make some space for the lyrical genuine.../
this shit is so hard, it's way to hard to be swallowin.../
who else stays on lock, who keeps the west coast ballin.../
it's lady insane, the lady who puts a new difinition on locc'ed to the brain.../
spittin more poison, than a rattle snake who bit into your vein.../
the women who kills at her own will, droppin lyrical pain.../
fuck fame, cause fame enters you into a deadly game of monopoly.../
where cash rules all, and hardly anything is considered your personal property.../
possibily, you'll maintain your personality, but personally.../
We really don't give a shit about you, this is west coast.../
where rivals become ghost, and mcees are eatin up like suculent roast.../
let me make a toast, for every city west of the mississippi.../
and roll me a blunt, so i can smoke directly at four twenty.../
pass it right to my closest homie, then pass it left, to my closest enemie.../
because i keep a tab, on anyone who attempts to make me mad.../
how sad, a slit throat, chokin because i wrapped his head in a glad bag.../
XXXChorusXXX
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
XXXLady InsaneXXX
---I always stay up & 'On Top' keepin my shit ELEVATED…/
You can't hate me for my style and grace, I'm only what the WEST CREATED…/
Off this lyrical shit, I'm leavin motha fucka's, Mentally, Heavily SEDATED…/
I hope nigga's shit is FLAMEPROOF cuz my shit is on FIRE…/
I spit Lyrics that representin the WEST cuz that's my hearts DESIRE…/
Takin MC's to a level that's HIGHER…/
I 'GET OFF' on killin MC's like R.Kelly 'get's off' on watchin child PORN…/
I been spitten deadly lyrics since the day I was BORN…/
Like a pussy after birth I'm leavin nigga's lyrically TORN…/
I'm commin with the skillz that's shapin the game for all MANKIND…/
You better stay ALERT when you fuckin wit that female wit that LYRICAL MIND…/
I got the POWER to hold 50 nigga's lyrically CONTAINED…/
Like a Prisoner of WAR I'll keep your status on 'LOCK DOWN"~SUSTAINED…/
Prepare for DISTRUCTION I'm slicen fake MC's and bringin the PAIN…/
You better RECOGNIZE Lady Insane, these other females aint got SHIT ON MY GAME…/
XXXK-otikXXX
---who else blesses the mic, who else would punk you for your bike.../
who comes with a delivery you can't even recite, antaganising lyrical gun fights.../
we hit the trees till our brains take flight, elevating our highs to new heights.../
it's the aurora, tacoma connect, ridin highs till we come down like plane wrecks.../
the ones who come with the sick dialect, fuck comin out socially correct.../
fuck lettin this get erotic, we leave the crowds dazed like we were hypnotic.../
goin super sonic, infecting millions in miliseconds, with skill that feels tremendous.../
ditchin every class, maintaining perfect attendance, we're too intense.../
bustin through your best defense, killing you with a game winning offense.../
i'm too sick to quit, strap us to a crusfics, and leave us for dead with our wrists slit.../
and i guarntee we'll come back for vengance, and murder your parents and desendents.../
freestyling misfits, beating up all the dumb nitwits, with only god as your witness.../
watch your kneck get bit, i'm just a vampire, that drinks from the blood of innocent.../
XXXChorusXXX
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
XXXLady InsaneXXX
---'WEST SIDE'
~We take shit talkin nigga's & bitches and MANGLE UM…/
Put um in tha trunk, take um to the woods & STRANGLE UM…/
They can't fuck wit the SICCNESS when nigga's raise up we grab the strap wit the QUICKNESS…/
We decapitate fools talkin shit on the WEST…/
Reach in with my bare hand and pull the heart out your CHEST…/
~I test~ any bitch tryin to fuck wit me, I'm straight out of TACOMA reppin that ~253…/
A gang a nigga's out here is claimen they hard but they just as soft as P.DIDDY…/
Get your bitch ass slapped the fuck down if you bring that shit to MY CITY…/
Cuz we don't fuck around ~When it come's to this GAME…/
AND you nasty ass bitches keep your mouth off my NAME../
~It's a SHAME~ shit talkin bitches is just mad cuz they can't FIGURE ME…/
But I keep my Head Raised never lettin these bitches TRIGGER ME…/
I'm screamin out fuck them HOES and these nigga's is mad cuz they can't touch my FLOWS…/
But I don't give a fuck I stay ontop of my shit never STRESSIN…/
I'm spitten that shit that keeps these nigga's GUESSIN…/
XXXK-otikXXX
---shitty flows we’re interceptin, breakin you down into little sections…/
leaving you lost with no direction, who else comes with ryhmes of distruction…/
you won’t live to see the next generation, not when I come with my lyrical weapons…/
neck breakin delivery, beating you up beyond recovery, leaving you fucked up literally…/
beatin you over the head, until we erase ourselves from your memory…/
but don’t you worry, I’ll be back some time in the next century…/
still in the penetentury, for insult and battery, doesn’t that fuck you up mentally…/
let me put you out of your misery, and leave you head less with a michetti.../
steal your mazaratti, drink a fifth of jack until it's empty.../
and start driving around like i'm mario andretti, admit, ya'll ain't really ready.../
otherwise you would hold it down steady, instead, i snipe you out like you were president kennedy.../
the written profit, spittin all sorts of profanity, consumned only with insanity.../
it's lady insane that locates your proxemity, it's sinfully kaotik that seals your obituary.../
cause unfourtinitly, for you haters, this comes far from any form of fictionary.../
<<<<Chorus>>>>
---it's the Tac-Town, A-Town, connect, leavin emcee's with a broken kneck, our styles deserve respect, you can't even put us in retrospect, with the sickness we both infect, causin entire countries to defect, no one else comes with the neck snappin effect, than miss lady insane and sinfully k-otik....
X2