Artist: Young CsterocSong: The Connection Typed By: Young Csteroc The Connection By: Young Csteroc & Highness Y.C. Intro: It’s Like Dis 1st Come 1st Served I’ a Start From Da Top Of Da List sip My Steel Reserve Befo I Spit & Get 2 Perved & Let My Otha Potna Rip & Still Ain’t Go Trip Of Da Situation Makin Shit Perfect… “I see A Vision & Gota taste if I hustle every muscle at a pace it’d all fall n place Young Highness Feel this reala my nilla we go dis way…” (2x’s) Y.C. 1st Verse: I’m taken out fakes Rippin da mic Shakin da dice Breaking U twice Stitch it bac & come mo tite It’sa small price 2 pay 2 play dis game today Money b da main reason I’m leaving game 2 stay I spray clutter & smoother smooth lyrics U hear it no stutter speak no leaks it tweak U geek Unique styles 4 weeks months years When U hear your ear steers u 2 smoke blunts & guzzle beers My peers peep listen I’m spittin’ da written thankin I’m hittin da dank & drank sankin deep n da mix shank U about my bank & slit your wrist I’m on da front line w/ my cold rhymes I grind when da sun don’t shine Fuc getting yours I’m taken mine I ain’t slacken’ a no-no ho but I do know though Every line dat I writ then spit b on da tru tip So my goals & needs apply a few gees den I go-go get If U ain’t feelin den U ain’t hearin Ya loss ya cost I’m tearin da scene Starin U mean If it’s bought w/ your green Den my cream gets thick off U fiends I mean my team use beams don’t slip but slide roll solo on da hoo-ride… Highness 1st Verse: Dis collaboration is unstoppable Can’t escape this overwhelmin lyrical obstacle U want 2 stop dis den your mission is impossible Fuc a 3rd optical my lines find mc’s & punch dem like tropical Sendin dem 2 da nearest hospital Where dey find out their chances of survival is probable It happens on da regular My raw style of poetry takes out any simple minded competitor Especially those perpetrating characters So I’m blastin my duty as a verbal assassin just like the predator I correct my own mistakes don’t need an editor Either U put n work or steal from da gov’t cuz ain’t nothing free n America Understand if not your mind lost it’s sense of direction like Alice n Wonderland U may have experience but I’m da younger man Who’s able to expand my knowledge farther than 56 rubber bands I’ll fuckin cut your hands if U touch my mans U know who he is ( Y.C. – I’m that Young Viet Vet ) He handles his own biz Dat’s why I haven’t done it yet U got a house full of goods den I’ma run in it Shit Battle us & watch your tongue get ripped Quick Str8 out of your mouth Herb I’m always equipped wit about da amount of an ounce But don’t b a snitch ain’t nothing we hate more dan snitches Those who pose 2 b ya niggas acting like some bitches Dey also know all da info pointin U out n pictures Which is da wrong thing 2 do 2 us cuz you’ll definitely get knuckle sandwiches Leaving U bruised battered w/ stitches dat r at least 15 inches.. “ Highness & Cster Release Da Sounds dat pound on your eardrums Run 4 cover cuz here comes Da dopest ferocious connection in da East Bay Better grab protection cuz we spray Deadly verbal caps We also got plenty of herbal sacs So lil’ C smoke a couple 4 da grand finale & Keep makin songs 4 Hip-Hop in Northern Cali…” 2x’s Y.C. 2nd Verse: My skill 2 deal dis spill off da grill gets more kosha Like dat doja it get U chill Don’t step no more closa holda bita Since I writa mo spita get w/ a rhyme I wrote A toast 2 dem who post on dis side of da coast n da Northern Cali alley not valley Running game like rallies Clean cut like dat cane Mails up 4 grab A sav bout dat situation I gots 2 have Avoid da perpetratin There’s no escapin when U step in da zone where I roam U is alone I got chrome U ain’t a clone buta suca a negative 1 A mirror I smear ya like mascara so often on 1 Let da old bones rest & da test b on Protect ya neck chest if U flex & get chec I’m dat lil Vietnamese wita big sum’ sum up da sleeve Roll tuc & buc at crac, crac lika thief Don’t believe all U hear another rumor another day n da Bay dis year Don’t hate da true Be cool 2 me & bac 2 U Never trip off a no-no slow-mo ho Playin’ da dum-dum role on da real life tip Skip on 2 da next till My Shits Perfect… Highness 2nd Verse: Yo I’ve been there & wrecked dat Destroyin’ da mic makin’ it hype is what I’m best at Highness rap til da sun come up expect dat We suggest dat U get bac Cuz lyrically my experience of every fight Gets me every nite Start trippi & gettin da flashbacs Off rippin & flippin the wac raps off fake mc’s who thought were wild cuz they had on their bacpacs They’re seriously n need of brain transplants 2 enhance their competition & rap stance When I give them their last chance I’m a strike them wit rhymes that r harder dan niggas w/o pants gettin a lap dance Pyromaniac like da maker of back draft We sprayin aerosol on da walls w/ our fat caps Plus we leave weak mc’s n a coma Like getting bit 56 x’s by a venomous snake or cobra Den I watch dem die cold like ammonia it was nice knowin ya Should of known we was raps best kept secret like Victoria I’m bored of ya Cause most rappers n da game sound n look da same like da Twins from Minnesota Dis mic controllers Ready 4 battle lika trained army soldier Burning your 10 yr rap career w/ my verbal flame throwa Now it’s over me w/o da mic is like Homer bein sober My skill 2 kill mc’s was forced naturally a born catastrophe like the bombing of Oklahoma Cster where we from Fremont California… Young Csteroc & Highness 3rd Verse: Y.C. The Mont City The Mont Town All U lames tryin 2 put salt n my game Talkin down on my name it’s a shame I still don’t trip At dis practice since da acid been n my brain… Highness Whoever complains about da pain we’ll rip through your frame tden we’ll rearrange your name 2 send it back from where it came… Y.C. Dropping fade 2 hear me unleash & pop my piece locked up den released each word to da beat Yall defeat So retreat leavin U dazed… Highness Leave U with nothing 2 gain When I bust I feel my blood rush through my vital muscular veins Now I’m at da adrenalin stage Watch your mic get burnt lika stupid nigga w/ Aids… Y.C. Ugh dat’s sick I gotsa profit holler if U wit Since I can’t stop & won’t quit Foos want funk get whipped & on da mic U know dey get ripped… Highness I’m 2 cold if U thinkin’ bout burnin’ me 2 da 3rd degree 1 of da sickest Asian lyricist dat’s why mc’s wana murder me But now we gota cut like surgery…