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| New WestNoClueWith this song, NoClue proved the fact that he’s the fastest | 
| rapper on earth and also got an appearence in The Guinness Book of Records | 
| NoClue (Hahaha) | 
| It’s a plot to a scheme | 
| Wanna see y’all throwin' the dub when I step on the scene | 
| Bigger figures and bigger dreams | 
| The life that I’ve never seen is never what it seems | 
| But as soon as I step on the scene | 
| With an attitude like I don’t give a fuck | 
| I’m lovin' the way she’s shaking her butt | 
| Got me fantasizing and I really wanna cut | 
| Take her to the back of the truck to see what’s up | 
| I’m so consist, remember the West in '96 | 
| Death Row, multiple gangsta hits | 
| Never gonna be the same | 
| See the game’s gonna flip every time I spit | 
| So let’s slide to the side, everybody that’s feelin' the vibe | 
| Lemme see you throw ya hands in the sky and everybody let’s rise | 
| So tell me what you know about the West | 
| Wear a bulletproof vest on your chest in the West | 
| Manifest in the West | 
| Show your fatty in the Caddy in the West | 
| So tell me y’all forgot about the West | 
| Legendary, young literary, preliminary never limitary | 
| Clown fools like it’s meditary | 
| The rap game’s most revolutionary | 
| Half the rappers in the game are very scary | 
| Y’all know what’s up | 
| Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed | 
| If you’re real, let me see you throw it up | 
| Makin' money, then you never got no time to sluff | 
| From Sea-Town to Sac-Town | 
| The bay area and back down | 
| From Portland to Oakland, L.A. up and smokin' | 
| We West Coast representin', throwin' up them dubs | 
| Collar poppin', chickens jockin' 'cuz they wanna get cut | 
| We throw the west up high | 
| Can’t nobody see the west when we ride | 
| So throw your hands in the sky | 
| And now my Niggas, let’s rise | 
| I’m the most lyrically elevated, articulated, behated | 
| I physically orchestrated | 
| See, they mad that I made it | 
| Incriminated, they stated, interrogated, debated | 
| See, I manipulated, the rap game’s been invaded | 
| Metaphorically been related | 
| Captivated, opinuated and verbally irritated | 
| The mind that contemplated | 
| These artists are animated | 
| The game’s been fabricated but only through what you make it | 
| Ain’t nobody showin' nobody no pity in the West | 
| Everybody already been feelin' gritty in the West | 
| All the females wanna get all pretty and show their kitty | 
| Come and be apart of the committee, only in the West | 
| Everybody from the Southeast to the Midwest | 
| Never gonna be the type to be put to the test | 
| You need to take a little time to confess | 
| I’m really one of the best, never less | 
| Got them feeling the thump in their chest | 
| I’m a rare version, emergin', conversion, inversion | 
| Encouragin', of a lyrical reversion and urgin' | 
| Swervin' and splurgin', reconversion Metaphorically servin' | 
| Super supremacist, lyrical, physical, typical nemesis | 
| Lyrically gifted, see the bitches, they reminisce | 
| Taking my greedy self, precipitation, so serious | 
| Speculated, motivated, impersonated, related, eliminated | 
| Too good to be rated but hated | 
| Debated, never degraded | 
| Disintigrated, could they be mad that I made it Or that I came and invaded | 
| So, From Sea-Town to Sac-Town | 
| The bay area and back down | 
| From Portland to Oakland, L.A. up and smokin' | 
| We West Coast representin', throwin' up them dubs | 
| Collar poppin', chickens jockin' 'cuz they wanna get cut | 
| We throw the west up high | 
| Can’t nobody see the west when we ride | 
| So throw your hands in the sky | 
| And now my Niggas, let’s rise |