Madvillain, Wildchild (Lootpack) - Hardcore Hustle lyrics
[Madvillain, Wildchild Lootpack - Hardcore Hustle lyrics]
Madvillain
Jump on the track with a hardcore hustle
With a busload a niggas this
Time we brought y'all muscle
Wildchild's the one to uplift
Most and it's confirmed
So tonight let's bang this Madvillain
Music 'till it's adjourned (yeah)
Who rushes in head first with the
Full force of a ram
So the source of the verse coerces
The course of a jam (yeah)
Went to hell and back
Saw devil sellin' crack in fact
Had to come back with the brother
With the mask by yellin' "Black"
Power to the people, who support raw music
Blessed from the start to
Keep upliftin' progressive art (yeah)
To come out and uplift words
Take verbalistic leaps to the next splurge
Concoct dope poetical excerpts
Who's the expert?
(Wild) With the physical frame
Who's mental was tamed to get
Over in this musical game
When the Madvillain breaks your dome
You'll see your interval depth
Was written for those that slept (Uh, huh)
We took one hundred per
Cent unpredictable steps
Say what?
Who's the one that rocked up a
Party with the vigilance urge
When smokin' the ism the vision is blurred
But vengeance is heard (Uh)
And just when ya got caught
Up in the cynical thought
Intervals in the shape of a mic get
Pushed straight through your heart like
Screams, with the sound of someone
Getting a mic pushed
Straight through their still beating
Heart while moaning orgasmically
Jump on the track with a hardcore hustle
With a busload a niggas this
Time we brought y'all muscle
Wildchild's the one to uplift
Most and it's confirmed
So tonight let's bang this Madvillain
Music 'till it's adjourned (yeah)
Who rushes in head first with the
Full force of a ram
So the source of the verse coerces
The course of a jam (yeah)
Went to hell and back
Saw devil sellin' crack in fact
Had to come back with the brother
With the mask by yellin' "Black"
Power to the people, who support raw music
Blessed from the start to
Keep upliftin' progressive art (yeah)
To come out and uplift words
Take verbalistic leaps to the next splurge
Concoct dope poetical excerpts
Who's the expert?
(Wild) With the physical frame
Who's mental was tamed to get
Over in this musical game
When the Madvillain breaks your dome
You'll see your interval depth
Was written for those that slept (Uh, huh)
We took one hundred per
Cent unpredictable steps
Say what?
Who's the one that rocked up a
Party with the vigilance urge
When smokin' the ism the vision is blurred
But vengeance is heard (Uh)
And just when ya got caught
Up in the cynical thought
Intervals in the shape of a mic get
Pushed straight through your heart like
Screams, with the sound of someone
Getting a mic pushed
Straight through their still beating
Heart while moaning orgasmically