Lyrics

[INTRO]
There once was a battle between east and west,
Only one way to determine who’s the best.
It wasn’t the stats, so give it a rest,
It was time to put their smack‑talk to the test.

Mike was in the west shack, Josh was in the east,
They’re about to settle who’s the beast.

[VERSE 1]
Mike’s tall, he’s been on the grind longer,
Whining ’bout rejects like a broken song.
“Why can’t you hit the mark?” he calls out,
But when Josh’s on a roll he calls him a crybaby, no doubt.

Josh with his beard, he’s got a swagger,
Makes mistakes, yet he laughs it off like a favor.
“West side’s easier,” he says, “don’t be a hater,
Your add‑up is just a bluff, it’s just a layer.”

[PRE‑CHORUS]
They’re firing off lines like bullets,
In a digital arena where the truth is a puzzle.
Every keystroke, every line, every rhyme,
Could decide who takes the crown this time.

[CHORUS]
Who’s the beast, who’s the king of the game?
Between the smoke and the vape, we’ll stake our claim.
Click‑clack, the mic drops, the crowd erupts—
Who’ll win this war? It’s a rap‑slinging stunt.

[VERSE 2]
Mike spits bars about hard work, no fake hustle,
Claims his grind is pure, no “ghost‑written” muscle.
“Your flow is just a mimic, you’re a copy, you’re a phony,
Try to step to my level and you’ll be the only one who’s lonely.”

Josh counters with a beat that’s fire‑thick,
Dropping wisdom on the mic, slick and quick.
“East got the vibe, the sunrise in our eyes,
Your west side’s just a shadow, a lie.”

[PRE‑CHORUS]
The crowd’s a roar, the lights flicker bright,
Every lyric’s a shot, a fight in the night.
Feel the bass, feel the heat of the rhyme,
Who’s going to