Stop, listen, what's that Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the down
Hey yo, last FreshFest we was good times LikwidFest I be bustin' out rhymes When Pack's on your set we'll take total control Of your mind, feet, body and soul Multiple to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my in Can't overnight MC's that can't afford To get broken the mic, whether it's with or without a cord
So I grab hip hop right before wack MC's it Come attackin' to your forehead and make you respect it And then inject it into system And when your start pulsatin', showin' you Loot Pack Rocks the nation, I'm on the court, Child rocks the fort Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin' support, that gets my
I'd appreciate it if y'all appreciate it, rock with us Real hip hop's not hard to spot like (I see you) I that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see Loot rock, watch us freak the physic, yo I must confess I'm from the about Fresh Don't try and test 'cuz I break down to they flesh
So put best against this, it don't matter who flows When they step in my direction Rico slows, they rolls Ahh, my brain tells me go against the grain 'Cuz these other niggaz out all be rappin' just the same But I spit flames, I kick ass and names Fuck the dames, this art should be placed in frames And hung up on the wall right next to I niggaz comin' down the pike, not so hot so
Tash comes blazin', Loot blazin' Hot enough to fry you California raisins 'Cuz my Alkie style of rhymin' is of its time I make words connect lovely like Coronas and So where you rhymes at? Break 'em out, don't be scared, me Every time I flow I like y'all niggaz owe me The one and only from the group you feel it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (And real)
Stop, listen, what's sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house (Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might this 'round) Stop, what's that Likwid motherfuckers came to the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' y'all, I'm to' down)
We got that rhyme elevation like a mad liberation Circle and run your and, bust hip-hop Preservation if you heard this on your station, yo, you know That we'll knock you out with just, ones Cut ya a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya Yo, I flavor, got more beats than my nigga got Beeps on his pager 'cuz my flavor's major Rhyme patterns intertwine the beat offtime Then I off lines or freestyle rhyme
Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rip Never my hop hips a grip With the lyrical radiation you're facin' Fate worse than freebasin', with them you're chasin' Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can a rapper that ain't classy Get up out fast lane 'Cuz you'll be feelin' mass pain from being Like a nigga swear he know me, yo, it be no comprehende Been doin' this long, you as well call me a sensei
Round and I go This rapper's name is MC's don't waste your time (Let me to the rhyme)
Niggaz about scrappin' when they can't scrape a grape That's why I choose to to myself like a roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know your style is garby You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence D'Arby
You the wackest MC I ever You fly like a bird, it's absurd, you get the D I C K, in-ya-mouth, all day For comin' outside anyway, my style's many say You lightweight like ashes, it's goin' down plane crashes At all bashes
Stop, listen, what's sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the down (Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip 'round) Stop, that sound motherfuckers came to tear the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' y'all, I'm to' down)
Yeah right west coast this the tear down Likwid crew in the place, Yo, fuck that, let me shout it out to all the coast II coast Turnin' them forties upside down, big up to Tee and Xzibit Big up to the whole crew, big up to Mobb Deep The Def Squad, Hill, Wu-Tang, Westside Connection Uhh, to tear it down, I'm to' down, I might to miss this round