Featuring lootpack quasimoto
Loot pack in the place for the 1998 to the year 2000
You yaand' crew and we weand're forced to break you down and'til ya eyes can see
and'til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum
Yaand' dogs canand't speak and'cause the cat got yoand' tongue (repeat)
(wild child)
Lp whats up you cerebellum anti hemerick
Tell and'em wait
Youand're not gonna see me kick 30 freestyle lines
And watch yaand' ass regenerate
Lines i rejuvenate, jack elevates
Levels so thick, so ya canand't even tell yaand' fate
When my freestyle rhymes starts to recelebrate
Iand'll step back in the b-boy stance
Style will stop innovate
75% of signed niggas canand't participate
Wait for the right time to rain on niggas, come and precipitate
Damn, i hate two-faced brothers always agitate
First thought, put yaand' head on the mantle
And watch it decapitate
I rhyme early, like lavern and shirley
Yaand' rapulate, sport a and'land' on my chest
Can yaand' elegantness rapulate, jack infiltrates
On all you wack niggas who manipulate
Brothers irritate, watch a likwit emcee step up and irrigate
Still i wait for the right time, when wild childand's feelinand' great
Hungry, and'cause i got the munchies, and my rhyme style still ainand't ate
Land's in the airs, sisters yellinand' loot to the pack
Closinand' up and illinand' and searchinand' brothers right to the back
Before my rap attacks, yaand' wack style sends you back
And all yaand' hear from the crowd is andquot;we wannaand' hear cracker jack!andquot;
I kick a freestyle, brotherand's know i donand't come wack
Yaand' already clappinand' that, a dope-ass manitrack
Matter of fact, wild child known to pick up the slack
Known to pick up a wack emcee straight by the neck
Ask him why he rap
Cuz i might tightly strap you in a seat to win a trip to the boomback
Style, if it wasnand't for the style,
It would be hard for me to show my culture profile
What about the crew? if it wasnand't for the crew,
It would be, only lonely me, payinand' dues
Donand't forget the flow, if it wasnand't for the flow
Possibly, how could i suppose i could rock the shows
What about the beats? the beats..........
Quasimoto
Itand's mad lib, heand's back kid, watch out
Dj romes, peanut butter wolf
andgt;from this stones throw era
Yoand' we bringinand' it, west coast
How we do? mad lib
(mad lib)
We drop shit like some architects
Spark and get, lit to make some underground hits
Mad lib, the bad kid, we drop original
Precise, conceptual, house of wood, innovation nine thousand
We keepinand' business like eric in perish
Have you hype like and'89 like we bugginand' on terrace
Sometimes on the low-pro, styles like the no show
Iand'm cominand' from the and'oand', what we do?
(quasimoto)
The quas, representinand' quasimoto
Peanut butterand's on the drum set
I grab the mic to run rec
Iand'll have you hype like illegal gun sets
Plus the beat conductor got my back
Attack, whenever, whoever
You wanna test me? behold and donand't cry
The bad character you see up on the screen
We keep it clean, like a diamond ring
Or dirty like a one-night fling
(quas and lib) you gots to let us do our thing
We droppinand' loops with static cling
While we steppinand' on the scene
Itand's the loot diggaand'
Man, itand's the loot diggaand'
My nigga
Yoand', itand's the loot diggaand'
The quas and the pack and itand's peace like greece
For fried chicken (two million) or for astro black stickenand'
Niggas talkinand' shit? yoand' watch the plot thicken
Iand'll leave yand'all suckas wit yoand' auditory sicken
(the gameand's on you) like wild man fisher
If itand's trouble in the west
Weand'll bring back the juice with bishop
Iand'll smack yoand' bitch up, like a pimp
And itand's low-high,
And your whole zoo could get revved up, and thatand's no lie
Quasimoto and the pack, we keep it raw like sex,
Mic check on the sex
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