Lootpack, M.E.D., Oh No - Level Zero lyrics

'98 keep it real son cuz I
Guess I feel someday that
Wild to the Child will rock at will son
Keep them speakers boomin', body movin'
Wild Child has proven
Causin' mad paranoia like them kids
Nice 'N' Smooth and
When I flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop
When you see me drop
Always in that shape you callin' tip top
Coolin, effect I'm full in
Droolin over Madlib beats
Yo, guess who's pullin' plugs
On thugs who's greedy with their Wheaties
Spraying rhymes like graffiti
Formally known as the CDP Assassins
DJ Romes is in effect and yo his ass is in
Charge of the plastic
Keep it real son, I guess I feel someday that
Wild to the Child will rock at will son
Got to keep it real son cuz
I guess I feel someday that
Wild to the Child rocks at will

Watch ya front and back
When M-E-D terror attacks
With that rhyme that's known to bring
The Terrordome so freeze back
On the microphone I'm quick to get with
You then I'm twisting you back
When you enter my zone
Realize where you're at in full combat
Come prepared or ya better beware
Cuz over here we bring the real
It's like a style don't care
I'll bust my rhyme into ya area
Takin' over your spot
And got it locked for the simple
Fact the rhyme don't stop
It's worldwide when I'm riding on
The crews who step to
CDP Assassins, plus the Lootpack the crew
We got the verbal mentality with
Them rhymes so ya listen
If you feel I hurt ya feelings
Then ya wack so I'm dissin'
All you weak MC's that fakin'
There's no justice or peace
My rhymes will get into the middle
Of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves
Niggas in the state of only shows
Us what ya made of
So put ya money down cuz lyrically
I'm out to break ya

Hey yo it's Madlib the bad kid
Back from outer space
Still on that pure order MC master race
But what comes after my
Rhyme styles irregular
Modules predict antecdotes for
Underground hit's
But, if you can't catch it today
It's probably too late
Cuz we about to detonate the 388
Relate the beat conductor, constructor
Water loop to add pressure
For every measure, you'll need my anesthesia
From catchin' amnesia
You'll end up with a seizure
From steppin' not knowing the
Crate diggas is blowin'
The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz I got
CDP Assassins plus the Pack
Perfect combination free improvisation
While I leave the next healthy wack MC
Sick as a doctor's emergency patient

Yo I'll be chillin'
Realize Oh be straight known
To be that villian
Ya that tall nigga to get up
In that ass like pennecilin
Bust the skills I kick the savage
Verbal lines that blind your crew
Line 'em up and watch 'em fall
I be jukin' cuz you all can't ball
Relavent impossible mission
Lot of y'all dissin'
Elements unstoppable dishin'
Lot of y'all kissin' my ass
You know the flavor when I
Step upon the scene yo I'll leave your birds
In rage like menstruation
Seein' nothin' but blood when I
Step out the station
Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide
Be DVD set locate when I
Demonstrate up in a battle
You end up in a suicide line
I'm beyond your mind
You gotta recline and chill cuz I
Been past that bottom line
Got Lootpack and the Assassins on the side
Classic upon plastic when I break
Emcees down just like Vlasic
Cuz they speak the real but
When the real comes, they still dumb
Actin' like they know the half so
Verbally you gots ta jack 'em
(What's your name?) , Oh No
My niggas know the rebel hero
When I come through wild to that level zero