My new years resolution, persist to end all wack MC To MC's in half, their rhymes be like illusion My conclusion Lootpack's the that cause Likwit Fusion Brothers mic 1 but can't get with 2's
And I take levels of the embrace the bass And grab a hold of the steel and come to face mortals coming through portals yabbin' at the lip Even if their ass was Asian, they couldn't flip
old lyrical, my spiritual rhymes be physical Kickin' metaphorical, my style's It's for a cool brother to say he saw me in an article
I hear wack rumors but yo, it's to cool Wild Child down I don't clown, I just come forth kicking that Lootpack I give with my Likwit Crew MC's I rock with I unlock styles locksmith
Never am I weededed, I don't have to smoke, yeah, Every time you say a freestyle, you be weededed I never needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get up
First off, Lootpack set it off to wreck ya The only smoke you ever see, Wild Child get be second I've non-freestylin' MC's, they get me bored My exhibit I'm the rhythmic dyslexic Lord
Wild Child, known to most people as Cracker Your style got no like licorice that be black I'm when I start bending men forth with 100 percent adrenaline
It's not my fault when I come with hip hop from my I get pissed when wack step up and test my art to CDP Crew's, East, West respect My or I'ma get your tape and push eject
'Cuz we weededed, yo, an MC who weededed time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed I never needed it, I don't have to a blunt to get pepped up Ask yourself when you weededed, are you an MC who gets Only a MC, unless your ass is weededed, I never needed it
Hello, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, Mr. Yes that's my name, son, what's the through to my studio so you can enhance my verb All right chill with me, lounge with me, rhymes tight Now, you've rapping for a week?
Yes, yes, I'm This is a state most wack MC's be in Thinking they can smoke a once and become an MC The way I see you'll see things clearly Making quotes Lootpack rocks yearly
Mr. Herb, yes, I need opinion, my mind's a blur Hey yo, smoke me and I'll make your rhyme's slur How's that? I'll call my homeboy, his Sherm He'll fill you in, before you know your short term
And be like, I can crunch any MC's And I have the illest case of munchies so please keep, Doing what you're doin', my vocalision The only I see you is with infrared vision
Bacause I'm weededed, are you an MC who gets Every you say a freestyle, you must be weededed I needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up Ask yourself one time when you
All you MC's who get weededed Every you say a freestyle, you be weededed I never needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get up