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