WLIX

[Verse 1: Wildchild]

Ya dumb dunce, it goes – once upon the rhyme, 

Jack is out to clench a fist

And drop flows that gets deep like The Abyss

All in this – freestyle's wild when I'm throwin' this

Non-bogus brothers, shake the hip and toe, and just – get involved

Roll with the soul, make the head nod

Look at the bash, slash back, I kick the abstract

Make brothers say "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back

A smack-back and slap from Wildchild with the ramshack

I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back

In the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase

Nowadays, turn in applications

Rockin' the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations

On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Black, watch

You want to – confront who? A microphone check, one, two

Complicated for ya (Yeah)

I got the naps that break the picks

Plus the props from The Liks

Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise

Sayin' "Liks, Liks, Liks, boy – run your backside"

Yo, J-Ro, Madlib, my man

Just – get on the mic and please arise the jam

[Verse 2: Madlib & J-Ro]

I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention

My division is itchin' for the switch

Pitchin' upon the West coast, the best brag and boast

Braggadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis

I skip like a stone when I lake over a break

I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs

I wish I could sing like Smokey do

But I'm vocally loc'ing with the Loot Pack crew

I'm Madlib the bad kid, brothers try to do what I did

Back in junior high, 'cause I'm fly with my

Vocabulary tradition, total chaos

Rhythmatic static, in fact, they case erase, so stay off

'Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows

And rows of hoes froze, chosen, bust erosion on the lows when

The ill speak, plus Tha Liks knot thick

Mad quick to rock ya lip, like Hip-Hop to grits

But yo, freak this, I come with uniqueness

I'm like Pepé Le Pew, you hoes are my weakness

Back in high school, you didn't think I could get nifty

Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty

Since '83, I been housin' folks

All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks

It ain't a-nother rapper in the country that can crunch me

If you don't believe me – run up and try to punch me

I flip the funk like Monk Higgins when I'm diggin'

I'm swiggin' on a Snapple, 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it

I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs, I'm so bad

I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces

[Verse 3: Tash]

No releases on the two steel wheels

Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oil spills

My niggas run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains

Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman

So pass the weed to the top top-seed

With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed

Plus, I dig like coal miners, through the crates of old-timers

I be blowin' up the spots, like dynamite, with one-liners

Oh, reminder – to my ex-bitch, when I find ya

I'ma smack you for them times I had to star-69 ya

So D-Loc, my nigga with the hat to the back

Get on the mic and show these niggas where you at

[Verse 4: Declaime]

Here I am, doing shows, wall to wall

Eight stacks tall, I still won't fall

Never will I be sell-out poverty, some don't believe in me

Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps long

You're dead wrong, all in all, should say the sale starts

When A&R says go, you start with the dope verse

And you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin'

But I'm not willin', to be uncovered from the depths of the under

I'm under, for the duration

The past, present, future revelation

I gain the trunks of those who comprehend

Because they know I send niggas through the other end

Of this industry, commercial side envies me

Females are freakin' me, no time for 'em

At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch

I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers

Now I lay me down to sleep

Don't sleep, I'm on the creep

To invade the homes of the ill-minded

I find it's fat, rewind it back – slack, not here, boy

Wack to the skull-crack when I attack

Unleashin' crazy chaos, you're way off, so stay off

I'm about to blast off