| If MC’s don’t know, If y’all niggas don’t know
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| If my niggas don’t know, If ya girlies don’t know
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| If y’all brothers don’t know, If y’all sisters don’t know
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| About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?
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| (Tash)
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| Well it’s the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper
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| The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya
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| I’ll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow
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| I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl
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| Cuz people, Rico got everything you need
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| If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed
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| I’m here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow
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| With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo
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| The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and
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| The zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland
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| This beat’s not redundant off the SP1200
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| Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman
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| The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can’t take the heat
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| Y’all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T
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| Y’all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP
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| (Wild Child)
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| Some brothers never had that inner soul capability
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| Their ineligibility back fired on their ability
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| To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to
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| Get
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| You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*
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| Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that
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| Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back
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| As I get underground like CIA’s, I be’s dope, IC’s like cops always need
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| ID’s
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| Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I’ll make ya head swell up
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| When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style’s relevant
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| All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows
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| It’s a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows
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| Now uh, speaking for my bro’s, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*
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| But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew
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| Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex
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| But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check
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| So let’s just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like
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| This
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| (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this
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| (Oh-Ooh)
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| Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows
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| Go for what you know unless you got no flows
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| Can the Likwit Crew MC’s be defeated? |
| (Hell no)
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| It’s the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow
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| (J-Ro)
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| Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*
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| Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass
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| Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash
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| Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache
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| (Madlib)
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| It’s the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash
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| For y’all niggas is only here for cash
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| It’s the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85
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| While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I
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| Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat
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| Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz…
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| (J-Ro)
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| If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups
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| I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups
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| And passing them out to everybody at the show
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| I’m not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro
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| I’ll get your body movin' like a sauna
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| Full of pirhanas, I’ll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana
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| (Madlib)
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| While I’m on the next level, hittin' like I wanna
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| Comin' like I’m Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna
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| Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole
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| Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul
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| (J-Ro)
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| I’m a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me
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| It’s the return of the emcee
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| So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew
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| Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do…
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| (Defari)
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| Yo… my Notebooks always in my brain
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| I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line
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| I still remember names and phrases
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| And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits
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| That’s why I’m Likwit Crew member to the fullest
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| Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot
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| That’s why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight
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| Flossy A’s and money A’s all night
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| I’m low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly
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| Then I’m up at tops they say teach me
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| And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)
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| Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits
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| This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit… Fusion |