'98 it real son 'cuz I guess, I feel someday that Wild to the Child rock at will son, keep them speakers boomin' Body movin', Wild Child has proven, causin' mad Like kids nice and smooth and when I flip flop Wreck shop, we be hip hop when you see me
Always in that shape you callin' tip top, coolin' I'm full in Droolin' over mad lib beats, yo, guess who's pullin' on thugs? greedy with their Wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti Formally as the CDP Assassins, DJ Romes is in effect And yo his ass is in charge of the
Keep it real son, I guess I feel that to the Child will rock at will son Got to it real son 'cuz I guess I feel someday Wild to the Child rocks at will
Watch ya front and back when MED terror With that rhyme known to bring the terror dome so freeze back On the microphone I'm quick to get with you then I'm twisting you When you enter my zone, where you're at
In full combat, come prepared or ya beware 'Cuz over here we bring the real, like a style don't care I'll bust my rhyme ya area, takin' over your spot And got it locked for the fact the rhyme don't stop
It's worldwide when I'm riding on the crews who to CDP Assassins, the Lootpack the crew We got the mentality with them rhymes so ya listen If you feel I hurt ya feelings, ya wack so I'm dissin'
All you weak that fakin' there's no justice or peace My rhymes get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed That leaves niggas in the state of only us what ya made of So put ya money down 'cuz I'm out to break ya
Hey yo it's mad lib the bad kid, back from space Still on that order MC master race But comes after my rhyme styles irregular predict antecdotes for underground hits
But if you can't catch it today, probably too late 'Cuz we about to the 388, relate the beat conductor Constructor, water to add pressure for every measure You'll need my from catchin' amnesia You'll end up a seizure
From steppin' not knowing the crate is blowin' The spot, this lot, empty 'cuz I got CDP Assassins plus the Pack, combination Free improvisation, while I leave the healthy wack MC Sick as a doctor's emergency
Yo I'll be chillin', oh be straight known to be that villain Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass penicillin Bust the skills I kick the savage verbal lines that blind crew Line 'em up and watch 'em fall, I be jukin' 'cuz you all ball
impossible mission, lot of y'all dissin' Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y'all My ass, you know the flavor when I step upon the Yo I'll leave your birds in rage menstruation
Seein' nothin' but blood I step out the station Got your vocal worldwide Be DVD set when I demonstrate up in a battle You end up in a line, I'm beyond your mind
You gotta and chill 'cuz I been past that bottom line Got Lootpack and the Assassins on the Classic upon plastic when I emcees down just like vlastic 'Cuz they speak the but when the real comes they still dumb
like they know the half So you gots ta jack 'em Oh no, my niggas the rebel hero When I come through to that level zero