[Kenny Siegel]

I'm the man in Long Beach, nigga

[Julius Luciano]

I don't sleep, but I'm sleeping with your freak, nigga

[Demetrius Capone]

Nigga, I cock tail like a Molotov; she's hot as Brianna Frost

It's costly when my Glock yell; holocaust

I'm John Gotti; when I'm grippin' the shotty, I saw it off

Probably finna catch a body when your posse is poppin' off

[Julius Luciano]

Uh uh, I'm a boss, I don't gotta acknowledge y'all

You niggas want my crown? Funny, you should knock it off

From the bottom ? got 'em, make it hot when that rocket launch

Then I'mma cut you like Obama had Osama Bin Laden cut

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]

My llama I cock and draw, I'm ready and willin'

Got a machete in my Chevy, I'mma sever your melon

Kill a nigga in a minute, I'm the deadliest villain

I'm peelin' various caps cause it's very appealin'

[Kenny Siegel]

Prepare for when killin' got a problem, spare me your feelings

I uppercut a nigga's chin and send his head through the ceiling

Though I shoot at will like I'm filmin' Fresh Prince

Got a Double-XL mag if you don't feel these Freshmen

[Demetrius Capone]

What's gotten into me? I spit like I'm trying to kill Pac's enemies

I got Pac's memories and I'm God's mini-me

Like the birth of Jesus, this a godly delivery

Must be the Rakim in me, must be the COB sending me

Rhymes the telepathic way, now you fellas have to pray

But I'mma snatch a prayer out the air and mail it back today

I told you I was molded out of Cassius Clay

I'm sendin' kites, that's fly notes without a stamp from Dre

A tyrant mixed with a pirate mixed with a virus mixed with the Christian messiah

A scientist on some Iron Fist shit mixed with Goliath and the Leviathan

Rhymes in pyroglyphics - that's hot lines like you dialin' digits

Nigga, we the illest 4 spitters known

About that life like I think abortion is wrong

If you sittin on a throne that's fit for a king

I'mma make the king forfeit his throne

Let's get it on

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]

What's gotten into me? That 9mm with me

It may back a nigga up when I squeeze that MMG

Numero uno gun slinger; number one with a bullet

Yeah, I'm next to the best, you can call me Little Crooked

Paper chaser, I run for the dough

Rob y'all, run in your do', you should be runnin' you doe

Yo, I'm from Long Beach definitely I rep the city

Sexin' many bitches, they see the bread think I'm spread like Skippy

Weapons with me, but I don't need weapons, my hands are silly

Black your eye, put 2 circles around it, call it 720

Finna be some type of disaster when I fire

That block'll light up the room when I clap but I ain't buyin' no clapper

Like Iverson back in his prime, I'm the answer

I'm gettin' tired of rappers, my patience is gettin' thin as dyin' of cancer

Yeah nigga, I got them hedge clippers, it's time to landscape

I got dope for the fans, now call it fanbase

[Kenny Siegel]

Uhh, what's gotten into me? I had an enemy, he's now beneath the soil

A cannibal, eat your heart out or I'll eat it for you

These cats are little pussies so of course they must be kitten

Fuck your writtens, I sleep on em like tough decisions

I'll drop a ho, if you wanna dance there'll be a ho-down

You're a rickety bridge, when I run across you it's gonna go down

Kenny, no fuckin' Lattimore, chatter less, batter more

So please miss me with the bull like a matador

It's kinda sorta like Costco where you try a sample

My heat'll cook your ribs, make you the prime example of what I got in store

Disrespectful, y'all know what I say

I'mma give your mom this dick for Mother's Day

Fuck her face until she suffocate

There's noone who can't suffer scrapes, fucks like supper plates, shut the drapes

My bussin' saves lives like dialysis

You can die, I'll assist, then I'mma dial ya sis up

[Julius Luciano]

What's gotten into me? I'm just too good

Wishful thinking? Nah, I'm thinkin' wishful, I wish fools would

My whole clique is pissed, I'm pissed too

Pistol whip you, your bitch too

Bear many arms like Vishnu could

I'm the dopest north of the equator; a swordsman, I swing sabers

Coroner or police won't find your corpse 'til a week later

You say you rich but you broke, you front when dough is missin'

I'm in the whip gettin' blown like my front window is missin'

It's like I drive without a windshield, I ain't rich but your broad gon' ride my dick still

Got a big Dill pickle, my pickle's kinda like a big deal

I'm the kind that rhyme with sick skills

But I want sales in every rotation kinda like a windmill

When it comes to my cheese it's war, put squares in a box like Cheez-Its

Kill a nigga's family tree, there's blood on the leaves, I'm a god like Yeezus

I'm sick, so fuck everybody's health

Next to Slaughterhouse we the best, fuck everybody else

[Coniyac]

I'm tryin' to dodge a Challenger, caravan of coroners

Like a broad overseas gettin' the D, put the 4 in her

That's foreplay, head first, roadkill to asphalt

Evade collabs, we give boxes to match y'all

Equate bodies on the slab call

Lines spit they die it gets the dead weight off

Urge to spill work when directing the shots

Reel in eclipse that shatter bricks on the spot

When it pops, my brother weigh in [?]

When it pops, my brothers weigh in with ego

[?] like DaVinci's, few spot 'em

Bombers'll thriller through that horoscope, I got 'em

COB shit

[Iceman]

Know I keep it 100; I'm like Michael Jordan, they respected me from the jump

Vast knowledge, I'm a pro, Karate Kid pose

Why? Cuz I got a leg up on these so and so's

Watch the next contender's neck get severed

Middle and index pressed together

Horizontal hand motion suggestive gestures suggest your death sir

Fuck it, I'm high, the percoset suppress my receptors

Audio cables replaced all of my arteries

I got an Arc reactor, Stark Industry heart piece

See most the rappers in the game are predominantly whack

So next time you pick up a mic, I'm charging a property tax

[One-2]

Let's get into it, this music for you to cruise it through avenues when you got 2 or more bitches in the backseat

Peep how we do it, sip fluid, her booty was movin' to the groove as soon as I started grippin' on her ass cheek

Slide up inside her, break oppositions like bottles while firing hollows with a loaded P9 semi-auto

I'm homicidal towards my rivals, we riders inspiring [?] sole survivor but desperado

The COB's hotter than Cabo, our monstrous clique is rowin' the West Coast

Mafia boss like Mickey Cohen, no trust fund baby but I more wills

Swing at your jaw with my watch on, I'mma clock your grill fucker

[Ro]

Fuckin' bad bitches has never been a problem

When you in that coupe, all black like them goons mobbin'

Use caution, or better yet, use coffins

Killin' it is my day job, cemetery's my office

Who's talkin? I don't believe em

It's all a house of lies, they actin' like Don Cheadle

Position fetal, and if it's a small for real niggas to pass through then you see I'm threadin' the needle

Far from Nino, mercenary most of my people

Drop a c-note, 55 to be exact at the casino

I'm [?] wasn't ticking, caught a kilo

Like Mexicans hoppin' the border, I'm just livin' illegal

[P.W.T]

Get to know me, run and tell your homies

You got love for me? Then fuckin' show me

You hate me? I leave you lonely

For what I do to your kids, you'll compare me to Kony

I'm sick, give a fuck about your politics

And all you mother fuckers out there who ride Obama's dick

He crooked, like the president before him, and the one before him, and the one before him

It's goes back centuries, corruption is power

Like the Twin Towers, Sandy Hook was our government manipulatin' the public

Open your eyes people, stop believin' dumb shit

[Big Pho]

My word's is poetic, kill you softly, leave you beheaded

I make you regret it that a [?] be pathetic

When I'm spittin' and rhymin', it's kinda like rippin' the hymen

Competition, send em flyin', they get clipped just for tryin'

I suffocate em so they can't even breathe

Haters hate that I'm gettin' cheese but they love when I leave

And the era where nigga's trash and these bitches is gas

I devour em fast and I blow em outta my ass

You wanna throw blows, I'm the man with the iron fists

Hand you this paper, do like Fantasia, now read this

Now this a cypher so I'mma end it with a hype line

My crew'll run a train on you bitches, call that a pipeline

[Sauce Tha Boss]

I blast MC's here to another planet

Then back to Los Angeles like a straight savage

My C-O-B band is bury kids in deep canvas with deep damage, we body bandages

This hip hop game is chopped and screwed

We need to take it back to when Crooked was slaughterin' fools

12 o clock in a Sox hat, where Watts at?

As I rob you with a ball bat, we're full contact

Rappers don't excite me, like to introduce you to the bottom of my Nikes

I'm just like Spike Lee, I slap MC's that givin' me the attitude

You never reach my altitude, when it come to my city Watts, nigga, I'm the dude

[Niqle]

The fact that my shoes are Margielas, I think is makin' them more jealous

Try to rob me, you got the wrong fella, you gon' end up another morgue dweller

I'm takin' shots like a bartender to you fake Bloods and you fake Crips

Dice just sold me a handgun, more bodies on it than a slave ship

I'm ridin' around in that space ship, I'm all fly in that double cut

These rapper's sayin' they got weight, watch it get taken like a tummy tuck

I'm in the hood with your bitch tonight, she fuck around and get hit tonight

From now on call me Nickelodeon, cuz your bitch wanna see Niq at night

I got designer clothes and a couple Nikes, I pimp on hoes and I hustle right

Diss me, it's like a pornstar with aids cause that's the end of your fuckin' life

I leave your ass nigga, rest in piece, then you block block for the rest of the street

You in a trash can like Grouch, then I'm Big Bird like Sesame Street

[Tim West]

With ease I make history, I'm so ill my disease gettin' sick of me

Name a young nigga better, ain't nobody on my level

It's Killuminati nigga, fuck your mystery

And I'm first, in a warp rhyme it don't work

There's a huge gap between us like Miley Cyrus showed us she can't twerk

My verse, a hearse, I kill em all, you die in a tub

Bullshit is like aids cause nobody fuck with you

Nigga I'm right like 3 left turns, the forcefield flow, my shit is untouchable

I'm edison, severin, relevance, heaven sent, rhetoric, reticent, hesitant

Never been deeper than melanin and shinin' like Edison

Flow is intelligent, just as my element

Discographies are monogamous, stay with the shit, I'm like Socrates

My rhymes should be a biography cuz I'm about the life and that's honesty

My philosophy is you cannot compete, this is C-O-B and we own

I don't need no remote or Lamar that know my coast Control

[Karelezz]

Don't nobody really wanna whip my crew, if you do, it's on sight

Though C.O.B is gonna get industry with lyrical rights, braat, we ain't coming to fight you

But we ready for whatever, whoever wanna bring it, you better believe we somethin' that you've never seen

Actually from another galaxy, aliens mad at me, wanna battle me and end up with the Elohim

Spaceship crash land in the Philippines, ever since been the illest at spittin'

Gettin' crazy ridiculous and way more sick with it

Choppin' these lyrics when I put em up to the guillotine

Rhymes are slicin' accurate, aimin' for apocalypse

My mind is telepathic, spirit trapped inside the obelisk

Unlock it, I'm blockin' your optics subconscious words are flyin'

Blindfolded eyes closed, couldn't see us with your third eye

Plus we got an army worldwide, but this the West y'all

Name a hotter cypher the COB is coming knockin' heads off