Tha Alkaholiks - Let it Out lyrics

That's the Alkaholiks functions
Conjunction junction
The remix version for all
The brothers out there
That got shit on they chest and
Just wanna let it out

Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock
The shit without no pressure
Cause, I snuck my forty ouncer past
The bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest
So let me run one
Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson
When I asked him i even rock the mic for
Seven days with Toni Braxton
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six point six
So while I be scoopin' bitches
You rush the porno flicks



For reals
I gots more skills than an occupation center
I got your ho cookin my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
Indeed it's
The nigga that be gettin rappers heated
I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got
To stop drop and roll
All the Liks releases, become masterpieces
Oh Jesus, my style is slick like pork greases

And I can't holt it in (I can't hold it in)
I gotta let it all out
(I gotta let it all out)
They'll say I can't hold it in
(I can't hold it in) i gotta let it all out
(I gotta let it all out)

They'll say I can't hold it in
(I can't hold it in) i gotta let it all out
(I gotta let it all out)
They'll say I can't hold it in
(I can't hold it in)
I gotta, I gotta let it all out

I get in 'em when I sin 'em
The Alkaholik venom
I fold your clothes with your
Body still in 'em
The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand
And make sure they understand
That they can't scrape J-Ro the man
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways
And just like sun rays, I can make your days
We got more soul than James
Brown in platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus
So run tell your granny
Your pops and your girl
Niggas like me gonna rule the world
So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown
Express from the West so it's
Best that I clown

I bust the Alize on ice
On down to Beck's brew
I got more fame than Dana Dane
I hold mics like Donahue
Cause, I'm committed, admit it
You was +Too Legit to Quit+ it
Dancin with toilets now you can't
Get busy with it
With the vintage Olde Gold gettin
Dusty in my cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostetler
So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot
It's the Alkaholik rhymer up
In your night spot
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
I'll lose you like that jewelry
That that bitch can't find
On BET, and yo it'll take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future I'mma freak
It when I mic it

With flows rough enough to cut ya
Beats enough to touch ya
Known to rock the cooles with
The liquid rhyme structures
It's the man with vocal tones that
Hurt words to broken bones
I got flows throughout my body
Deep rooted like kidney stones
So tap into the cold while I torch MC's
Cause, I be itchin for a
Scratch like the Force MD's
But yo fuck that
Tash is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J
Cause he can't hold it in

I can't hold it in my friend
The Liks get the most clout
We be scorin' points like Michael
Irvin on the post route
And just like Troy, boy
I make your bones ache man
Just how much punishment can
A rapper take man?
The homes be like "Where you
Been?" man I been creatin
We had you salivatin' like the
Dogs that be waitin'
For the Kibbles 'n' Bit's
I love pit's tit's and rap hit's
And Bruce Lee flicks
And clockin yapes with the Liks

I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind
There's a lotta half-ass niggas
Thinkin they can rhyme
But their style is not "butter
" it's more like "butta" without the "A"
You never think of nuttin fresh to say
The freshest DJ from the state of Ohio
I remember winning battles
Cuttin up Survival nots to be fucked with
Used to brag and boast
Packed up my Technics, now I'm
On the West coast, now I

Damn, we gotta get that shit
Off our chest nigga yo before we get up out
I wanna shout it out to my nigga Diamond D