Lootpack - Whenimondamic lyrics
[Lootpack - Whenimondamic lyrics]
Ha ha ha hah, yes yes
Return of the B-boy style
Props to all the B-boys and
B-girls in da house (Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely) check it out
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
Yo, as easy as it may seem
MC’ing is not a capa-
Bility for most to possess
You gotta catch up take the time to create
Construct demonstrate
Set wack MC’s straight, drinkin’ a V8
I’m like a baseball player on track
Got on steel cleats
I represent the conscience styles until
It hit's the streets
My backbone attack wack poems
Got mad rap tones
I destroy fake Madlib beats
And Crackerjack poems (Ha ha)
It’s time for lunch already, yes past lunch
I eat MC’s like Captain Crunch
I attack and then punch
Rap in such different styles
That’s unlike yours wack MC’s
I'll point you out and point
Out all of your flaws
All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin’
Battling straight up battling is
What I'm provokin’
But, I’ll die before these
Wack MC’s infect thee
Hip Hop industry to the
Point I cannot breathe
But, if Wildchild dies before Wildchild wakes
I pray to God to step down
And take out all them fake
MC’s, pretty please
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
Down with the Liks
Jump straight from the bass onto the kicks
Non-freestylin’ MC’s fall straight down
In the pit's my name be Jack
Spontaneous freestylist when I catch wreck
Brothers bite me so hard saying my
Rhymes I ain't even wrote yet
So I take it to the max
Take out Fake-Funkin’ Jacks
Get to the point as I
Rock over Madlib bumpin’ tracks
"You used to get busy at open mics?" Nah
I still do
I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually
Yo I will do
Anything it takes to bring B-boy style back
And the thanks for you to make
Ya say my rhyme style’s phat
But, I’ll die before these
Wack MC’s infect the
Hip-Hop industry to the point
I cannot breathe
But, if Wildchild dies before Wildchild wakes
I pray to God to step down
And take out all them fake
MC's, pretty please
"Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely"
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
Return of the B-boy style
Props to all the B-boys and
B-girls in da house (Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely) check it out
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
Yo, as easy as it may seem
MC’ing is not a capa-
Bility for most to possess
You gotta catch up take the time to create
Construct demonstrate
Set wack MC’s straight, drinkin’ a V8
I’m like a baseball player on track
Got on steel cleats
I represent the conscience styles until
It hit's the streets
My backbone attack wack poems
Got mad rap tones
I destroy fake Madlib beats
And Crackerjack poems (Ha ha)
It’s time for lunch already, yes past lunch
I eat MC’s like Captain Crunch
I attack and then punch
Rap in such different styles
That’s unlike yours wack MC’s
I'll point you out and point
Out all of your flaws
All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin’
Battling straight up battling is
What I'm provokin’
But, I’ll die before these
Wack MC’s infect thee
Hip Hop industry to the
Point I cannot breathe
But, if Wildchild dies before Wildchild wakes
I pray to God to step down
And take out all them fake
MC’s, pretty please
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
Down with the Liks
Jump straight from the bass onto the kicks
Non-freestylin’ MC’s fall straight down
In the pit's my name be Jack
Spontaneous freestylist when I catch wreck
Brothers bite me so hard saying my
Rhymes I ain't even wrote yet
So I take it to the max
Take out Fake-Funkin’ Jacks
Get to the point as I
Rock over Madlib bumpin’ tracks
"You used to get busy at open mics?" Nah
I still do
I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually
Yo I will do
Anything it takes to bring B-boy style back
And the thanks for you to make
Ya say my rhyme style’s phat
But, I’ll die before these
Wack MC’s infect the
Hip-Hop industry to the point
I cannot breathe
But, if Wildchild dies before Wildchild wakes
I pray to God to step down
And take out all them fake
MC's, pretty please
"Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely"
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)
I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
(Cuz when I'm on the mic
I like to speak freely)