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Question how many MC's do you know like this? |
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The type who can freestyle check it I must insist |
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But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist |
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The LP gots to MC |
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Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate gather round the plate |
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Ya down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fake |
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Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic |
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To getting up my flows while I'm using my mic equipment |
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LP will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift you |
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Predict you need help so may The Force be with you |
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Since rap is like a court dismissing you like a jury |
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When it comes to West Coast underground, |
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Lootpack's enlisted yearly |
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Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I |
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It's confirmed Jack must return like Jedi |
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On the cuts is DJ Romes, rocking beats my nigga Madlib |
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Come like this with an abstract jab |
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Niggas mad cuz I plan to be green forever |
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(Cuz whatever the cause) we'll get taken out never |
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You'll end up gettin' caught up in our circle |
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Hemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs up |
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You can catch me with my SP or my pad and my pen |
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Mixed with Hen, Heineken, Juice and Gin |
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The California weed blend to get you open like stunts |
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This is dedicated to them niggas that front |
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Chorus: |
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Question, how many MC's do you know like this? |
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The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist |
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But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist |
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The LP gots to MC |
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In any city, country, state, or any center |
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The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter |
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Summer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicks |
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Original loop beat patterns back the lyrics |
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So when we start to invent, niggas know the flava |
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Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented |
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(Well how you feel about most niggas?) |
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Most ya niggas comin out with that same old shit |
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My niggas on that brain sick |
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When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon |
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Suckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so nigga forget it |
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Ya fake MC's make me wanna laugh |
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Ya niggas out for the cash but in a year y'all niggas pass |
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Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the bass and |
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We'll drop universal for the whole Likwit organization |
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Y'all gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestation |
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We'll run up in ya station and give messages to the nation |
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We're gonna start to neglect wack MC's who lack respect |
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As the lost art resurrects, I'll make all y'all want to eject |
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Wackness, for the simple fact Jack is |
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Sending this out to all of my 805 abstract friends |
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Chorus: 2x |
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Question, how many MC's do you know like this? |
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The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist |
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But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist |
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The LP gots to MC |
