| Stop, listen, what’s that sound
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| Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down
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| Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times
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| This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes
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| When Loot Pack’s on your set we’ll take total control
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| Of your mind feet body and inner soul
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| Multiple beats to subject to discussion
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| Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in
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| Can’t understand overnight MC’s that can’t afford
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| To get broken with the mic whether it’s with or without a cord
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| So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC’s infect it
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| Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it
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| And then inject it, into your system, and when your veins
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| Start pulsatin, showin you Loot Pack, rocks the nation
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| I’m on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort
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| Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love
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| I’d appreciate it, if y’all appreciate it, then rock with us
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| Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you)
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| I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick
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| But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo
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| I must confess I’m from the West about Fresh
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| Don’t try and test cause I break MC’s down to they flesh
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| So put your best against this, it don’t matter who flows
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| When they step in my direction Rico slows they rolls like
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| AHH, cause my brain tells me go against the grain |