Lootpack - Lost Art lyrics

B-Boy style, the B-Boy style
B-Boy style, the B-Boy style
As we go next to them
Made up all real texts up
Rumors Lootpack they possess mad fix up
Break down your inside and
Your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor
I be the rhyme constructer

I wanna break it down for them
Cats out there who don't know
About the cats known as the LP
Coming from the West coast
These cats got lyrical
Metaphorical styles intact
They know how to represent their own issue
Coming and hit rap
Beyond ones creative abilities
To commercialize mainstream artists survive
While Wildchild dies
Snap dab in the middle of
The rap game bringing realness
Emcees wanna lease either my rhyme
Style 'cos I own this

I be the instrumental inventor
'bent to the center
My walk is genetic I leave
You cut with no anesthetic
Let your wave slaves in the
Industry think they got this
Triple darkness it's red when I spark this
We living in a less life, we put strife
Negative ideas, they got the positive ideas
But what about them in between ideas
Move they to the rear
When we rock the mic you better beware

As we go next to them
Made up all the texts up
Rumors Lootpack they possess mad fix up
Break down your inside and
Your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor
I be the rhyme constructer

Hey yo, first lets wonder why so many
People wanna be emcees
They got that whack rhyme disease
Ya'll better off play beat
Over seas, I put your on freeze
Task come billing and chilling
Pilling and dealing with niggas
Like to the ceiling
I'm known as the slang buster
Hit ya with the world trade of
Loops chill with my troops
How you think the fake can do?
You strictly in it for them G-s
The hip hop that we drop
Just like fresh squeeze
While your flows are probably frozen and
Your beats are all stolen
We keep it in the base of
Rolling while your crews be bowlin

Block pop back spin, wind mill, flare, pose
Bust in ninety nine while
This nigga kicks flows
The influence B-Boy music had on me
Was more than rap did i adapted
Got DJ Romes and plus Madlib combined
To influence those of rap man-kind
We shine a different type of
Life too strange line
You fake knuckle head do do jacks
I call you back cuz what you do to rap
We'll diss you every time you kick
Styles that aren't your own

As we go next to them
Made up all the texts up
Rumors Lootpack they possess mad fix up
Break down your inside and
Your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor
I be the rhyme constructer

As we go next to them
Made up all the texts up
Rumors Lootpack they possess mad fix up
Break down your inside and
Your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor
I be the rhyme constructer

Beat boy style, beat boy style
We make a rhyme beat boy style
One two, one two
One two, one two, one two, one two
Like that, pop that sound