Lootpack, Quasi - Answers lyrics

This nigga take it back
Like blacksploitation flicks
And afros where niggas trying
To catch this shit
I was "uhh", three years ago
If you didn't know that we
Keep it fresh like douche
If you didn't know
Y'all need that extra push
(when y'all up on the mic)
We're rushing through with raw delight
We're dropping that shit while
Y'all niggas bite
Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)
Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps
(ya sloppy raps)
We come though spreading light
While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype
We kicking true forms of music
Sketches of sound increase
Niggas try to stop the force
(you know we on course)
Thinking that they have the source
(when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)

Hey man, I've got a question for you
Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's
Ya saying "Not really"
That's cuz I cut ya hands off
Time to set the story straight
Brothers looking for their fate
You was that nerd fake cat who
Went to school at Lambda Lambda
Trying not to recite the rhymes
So you bite the poems i slap your lip
So you talk sideways like Sly Stallone
Face the truth
My fists are guided to knock your left tooth
Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than
You and she's deaf mute
Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists
Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please
As I reminisce
You might have more dollars than
You have common sense
The LP's stand ground like Hercules
Let's take that fake cat
Break back and make black
People around the world realize they trying
To play us like 8 track
I formulate rhymes to educate
All those who's killing
Music be the only way to
Express how I'm feeling
Ya conniving like Clinton, with
More nerve than, judge Judy
You'd be a good ass looking girl
Because ya rhymes sound booty

But on that subject
On talking bout ya wack MC's
Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)
But back in the days y'all
Wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's
Y'all up on some other shit
(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)
Yo, we waiting for the Mothership
But most of y'all niggas is the reason
That half of us brothers have split
(Yo, it's a damn shame)
You know I'm kicking true to the game
You know I am to keep it real
Like my nigga Kaz
I'm letting off battle drills
I'm your replacement (replacement)
Madlib up in the basement
(Madlib up in the basement)

Now on that subject
(What you talkin' about
Cat?) talking 'bout ya wack mC's
We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it
We keep it real
Not like them fake gangsta G's
I rock the mic and
Strike while dictating light i'm peaking
You keep weakening like Kryptonite
Yo, what I'm tired of
Absence of the High Above niggas riot up
And then blame it on the
Blaze they've fired up
So I'm bringing back something
That was never lost
Cuz you know we can't just forget
About them peeps who's strictly conscious
The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato
When you swing I'll block blows
Rock roll the cradle so, ay yo
On beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado
Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!