| I’m down to battle any nigga that steps inside my zone
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| That’s word to my own, you’ll get your head flown
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| We could do this lyrical or I could bust a beat miracle
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| To your eardrum, I make your dome numb
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| Mysterical loops, not in numerical order
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| You ought to act up, so I can eat ya like some piranhas
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| Yo I’ll greet ya, just defeat ya
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| Delete ya off this West area, word to Wild Child, we’ll mosh it up
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| Cuz you’re all washed up, star struck, ready to catch a bizzare buck
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| But yo the raw addict, y’all, I’ll make your crew take a fall
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| I see you all until after the brawl because
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| «…I'm on a roll and ready for combat»
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| As we freak the physic (and/we break MC’s on contact)
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| Roll with the soul man, slow flow instigator
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| Motivator of the greatest MC’s with the hardcore data
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| From the inner soul, Wild to the Child end ya flow
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| Bros don’t even know I’m like the baby brand
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| I’ll kick that Evenflow
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| Even though Madlib the bad kid crack ribs
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| Lootpack’s definition of abstract is
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| To take the mic in ya one hand, motivation in the other
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| Flip a freestyle flow and stop biting wack rhymes from another
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| 1998, Lootpack drops the ill type
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| I’ll bet in 2000 wack brothers, yo, they’ll still write
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| That wack ish, the fact is
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| Big up to the evangilistic baptist
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| Church from Oxnard, it’s the first
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| Time that I represent, lyrically non-hesitant
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| To grab a conscious style of rap and straight up represent
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| Like this, I don’t stop or quit
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| Lootpack got props to get, soon as we drop the hit
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| Yes yes yes yes
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| «…I'm on a roll and ready for combat»
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| As we freak the physic (and/we break MC’s on contact) |