Tha Alkaholiks, Declaime, Lootpack - WLIX lyrics

Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme
Jack is out to clench a fist and drop flows
That gets papes like The Abyss all in this
Freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this
Non-bogus brothers shake the hip
And toe and just
Get involved, roll with the soul
Make the head nod
Look at the bash slash back
I kick the abstract
Make brothers say "Damn, that rap's fat
" recline that ass back
A smack back and slap from
Wildchild with the ramshack
I used to pick up the damn
Slack bed on the ramps back
In the days, when Eric, was in the
Honey phase nowadays, turn in applications
Rockin the Appalachians with the ladies
With the sexy activations
On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch


Although I'm Blackwatch you want to
Confront who? A microphone check one two
Complicated for ya
I got the naps that break the pics
Plus the props from the Liks
Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise
Sayin, "Liks liks liks boy
Run your backside" yo, J-Ro, Madlib, my man
Just, get on the mic and please
Arise the jam

I bust the animated suspension
Vocabulary wack MC prevention
My division is itchin for the switch
Pitchin upon the West coast
The best brag and boast
Braggadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis
I skip like a stone when I lake over a break
I rip microphones and I take
Over the fake creWWWs
I wish I could sing like Smokey do
But, I'm vocally locin with
The Loot Pack crew i'm Madlib the bad kid
Brothers try to do what I did
Back in junior high, 'cause I'm fly with my
Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic
Static, in fact they case erase so stay off
Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows
And rows of hoes froze
Chosen bust erosion on the lows when
The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick
Mad quick to rock ya lip
Like Hip-Hop to grit's
But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness
I'm like Pepé Le Pew
You hoes are my weakness
Back in high school you didn't
Think I could get nifty
Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty
Since eighty-three I been housin' folks
All the way from Orange Country
Out to Thousand Oaks
It ain't a nother rapper in the
Country who can crunch me
If you don't believe me
Run up and try to punch me
I flip the funk like Monk
Higgins when I'm diggin'
I'm swiggin' on a Snapple cause my crew
Be wicked when we gig it
I rock the mad vocab
When my toe jabs I'm so bad
I make you flow bad
Like when I blow lads to pieces

No releases on the two steel wheels
Comes the lyrical skills that kills
More ducks than oil spills
My niggas run for the hills
I can track em through the mountains
Rico kick that kind of shit that
Got more bounce than Roger Troutman
So pass the weed to the top top seed
With lyrics as deadly as the VD's
That make ya lungs bleed
Plus I dig like coal miners through
The crates of old timers
I be blowin' up the spot
Like dynamite with one-liners
Oh reminder, to my ex-bitch when I find ya
I'mma smack you for them times
I had to star-69 ya
So D-Loc, my nigga with the hat to the back
Get on the mic and show
These niggas where you at

Here I am doing shows, wall to wall
Nate stacks tall I still won't fall
Never will I be sellout poverty
Some don't believe in me
Still I get my verbs on, my verse on
I raps long you're dead wrong
All in all should say the sale starts
When A&R says go
You start with the dope verse
And you're sold
Now you're on clearance when
The record starts sellin'
But, I'm not willin'
To be uncovered from the depths of the under
I'm under, for the duration
The past present future revelation
I gain the trunks of those who comprehend
Because the know I send niggas
Through the other end
Of this industry, commercial side envies me
Females are freakin me, no time for em
At least not yet
Just a few that I will call bitch
I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer
Say your prayers now I lay me down to sleep
Don't sleep, I'm on the creep
To invade the holes of the ill-minded
I find it's fat, rewind it back slack
Not here boy
Wack to the skull-crack when I attack
Unleashin' crazy chaos you're way off
So stay off i'm about to blast off