| Intro: madlib
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| Hah hahahah…
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| From the dungeons of darkness
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| Comes gods gift to hip hop
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| Representin with the lp Well hit em hard and fast in a straight line
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| Concentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunrise
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| Operation sunray, uv radiation
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| First breach their outer barriers then continue penetration
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| To their central point, crushin their nucleus
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| Rushing their central brain command
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| Planting a virus that expands
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| Through your whole nervous system shutting down all communications
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| To your ya bodily functions handicapping your defenses
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| Swiftly attacking your unit, neutralizing mcs
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| By ripping em apart before they even know what hit em Style blitz
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| Jack gets pissed off, wack mcs step up and get lost
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| The rhythmic boss, jack spits rhymes through my teeth like floss
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| I bust with motivation to uplift mcs with
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| High above controlling stratus clouds, my man gods gift
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| Come down, assist us, wack mcs must be reminded
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| Get a lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed minded
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| To the abstract we kick, we rock all places
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| I found out mcs arent human cuz they got two faces
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| They be chillin, willin, always time killin
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| Wack rumor spillin while jack be still in charge
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| Asking me if I smoke chronic, niggas its ironic
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| Im wild child, 80% human, 20% bionic
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| My main occupation is to step up and rock the nation
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| Focus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflation
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| So if you aint down, dont front, worry about your health
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| Worry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self
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| Hey yo, here comes the master don, here to renovate
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| My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate
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| But pass up the swine like money ya rhyme lime
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| Madlib done told ya time and time again
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| Find the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumental
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| With lyrical disaster till you scream out «whos the master? |
| «I flip it up rip it up to raw addict,
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| Crate diggin for the static when I mad beat shop
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| Impulse down to prestige and black jazz
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| 21st century enja got mad
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| Record labels of the old, ill loop and take em out
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| I keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shit
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| My beat hit like a roy jones jr. |
| skit
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| Your girl starin so now you wanna flip
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| I rip it down to the loot while ya yell peace
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| While I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in pieces
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| But at least you escaped this beast
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| Smokin on a cushin leaf while ya try to bring grief
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| Now somethings shaking in the palace, cant you feel the santa ana
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| Switching currents and building velocity, it gots to be Gods gift and lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricists
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| Conductiong verbal experiments
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| With open and imaginitive creativity
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| Fathering styles from infancy to be lyrically
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| Complete, grown and fully developed adults
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| Trained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaults
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| Also we launch all out war when we tour your area
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| First destroying your local underground spots
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| Rocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatres
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| Advancing as hip hops vocabulary leaders
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| Hostile take-overs is our main focus
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| As the deadliest of cdp special attack forces
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| Basically, mcs lack division is appalling
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| Third rate styles with the nerve to say theyre vocalists
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| Out of focus, often its the people they run with
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| Coupled with their own wackness, theyre futureless!
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| «and keep feedin you, and feedin you…" — method man by wu-tang clan |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Verbal Experiments , by - Lootpack. Song from the album Soundpieces: Da Antidote, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп