| I’m Declaime running thangs, rock your whole body
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| I gotta «Break dat party, Rip dat party»
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| Yo, I’m Wild Child with the style that’ll wreck your body
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| I’m here to «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| Yo, it’s Madlib the Beat Konducta with the beat to take you under
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| I’m gonna «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| It’s Lootpack, Declaime, taking out wack MC’s
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| We’re gonna «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| So you choose to dance with I, the rhyme wise
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| Who flies by over all heads at a fast rate, from the west state
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| South Cali poet, you know it to be a Madlib Invazion
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| And it’s gonna take a nation
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| To hold me back when I attack from all angles
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| Setting out traps that entangles, strangles
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| All you got chokes, can’t cope with slow folks
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| Break you down like po' folks
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| Mad agression while in session, never slip or sleep
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| I be Declaime when I rain down with pain
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| Cool with these ways of rhyme, at the drop of a dime
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| My niggas creepin' from behind
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| Here’s where I draw the line, you dare cross it
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| I think you lost it ya losing your mind, also your soul I control
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| Got ya tranced and confused, burnt, battered, and bruised
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| Simple minds get used when they snooze
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| «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| Hahahah… my fantasy is to line MC’s in chronological order
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| Tell 'em I’m mad at all of ya brothers, check out my strategy
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| The time shifter as I inflict this rhyme constructor
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| You all are illusions so, peep out my mind state
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| My agenda is to round you up and cause mad friction
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| Take out you fiction MC’s and then bring it back like treason
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| I’m talking realness, everyone’s speaking hip hop, but can’t feel this
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| I yield with my vibe cuz I’m insured like Blue Shield
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| I’m the Wild Child, I hear wack styles, time to get agile
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| I’ll come back with thumbtacks cuz hip hop’s mad fragile
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| And then I’ll cause accidents, mind state of a chameleon
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| So I can come back and say Larry Parker got me one million
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| Now Lootpack and Declaime represent MC’s
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| That’ll set it off for Oxnard and my whole posse
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| Wild Child with the style that’ll wreck your body
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| I’m here to «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| Hey yo, niggas always trying to figure out what this style is
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| Cuz we go the extra milage cuz your lyrics skeptic so just forget it
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| It’s Madlib the bad kid to bring the antiseptic
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| My chemical warfare letting off hydra right beside ya
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| Inside ya, it might ride ya
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| Off the atlas, out this atmos, rappers becomin' like actors, the fact is
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| You take a risk if you copy like a disk
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| You stand alone if you tryin' to be a clone
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| Rule number 4180
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| It ain’t only the record companies that’s shady
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| But they are a big part of this watered down art form
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| Till Lootpack release the storm wave
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| To ya commercial slaves
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| I engrave my name to show you who’s to blame
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| For this '98 rain
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| I’m Declaime running thangs, rock your whole body
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| I’m gonna «Break dat party, Rip dat party»
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| Yo, I’m Wild Child with the style that’ll wreck your body
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| I’m here to «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| Yo, it’s Madlib the beat conductor with the beat to take you under
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| I’m gonna «Break dat party, rip dat party»
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| It’s Lootpack, Declaime, taking out wack MC’s
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| We’re gonna «Break dat party, rip dat party» |