[Chubb Rock]

High sprung with the beat and the groove is sweet
licorice

Whether you're white-ish, redneck-ish or (?)
figureish

Whether you speak real good, or you just
st-st-stammer

You a city hood or you're just country bammer

When, afraid our records would hit the top ten

But they're illin with the shillings makin sum
dead yen scorn

Born, break up Zulu dawn

Whether Big Apple, N.Y. straight to Californ'

or Miami Beach, swing bassed up the hoochie

If you sample George Clint', you praise crazed
Bootsy

or the J.R., Texas kids with the hee-haw

And the DJ kids cut {*scratch*}

It's strictly hip-hop, one two you don't stop

It's Chubb Rock with the Chubb, and with the
Rawwwwwwwwk!

Testin the waters a bit

cause I don't understand all this East/West
bullshit

[Chorus]

East vs. West, one contest

Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the best

East vs. West, one contest

Let's see what producer produce shit the best

East vs. West, one contest

Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the best

East vs. West, that's nonsense

Let's go on the ninety-six Fresh Fest

[Chubb Rock]

Whether it's he say or she say, they say or I say

If you believe in Ali, or you call him Cassius
Clay

If you're gold or platinum if those, metals don't
happen

We're, all up in this peace rappin, no hands
clappin

until me done when the simple tone turns into a
hum

Praise to D.M.C., I might need help from Reverand
Run

If you boast to each coast, and you test who's
the best

Thank God Jehovah, Allah and Buddha bless

People, no sequel cause I might be dead next week

And after next week I can't turn the other cheek

This against that, high against the - hat

Black against black that is wack against wack

I've seen the promised land so the earth don't
faze me

So, I should diss my brother and let the white
man pay me - nah

I'll try to test the waters a bit

cause I don't understand all this East/West
bullshit

[Chorus]

[Chubb Rock]

Whether it's.. or..

Whether it's.. or..

Whether you think Magic Johnson still has the
Magic

Or when Michael Jordan left basketball it was
tragic

If Pat rules the Knicks or feel Rodman is a freak

If we don't stick together we'll be up shit's
creek people

After the single there might be a sequel level

And what we can't solve we'll leave for the Devil

Me myself I don't care who's to blame

If the shit don't cease, we'll all have the same
name

You can say fuck it, or have two quarters in the
bucket

If you're folding sheets, or you're folding pure
nuggets

(?) If you get a record deal or a publishing deal

Whether you're aneroxic or you have sex appeal

(?) Whether you're food stampin, jackin a mansion

Whether you live in Compton or you chill in East
Hampton

(?) Whether it's weed or blow, your wife or your
hoe

I don't care if you mailroom'n or you CEO

You're still a nigga..