Intro:
That`s the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the brothers out there
that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out
[Tash]
ANything you could do I could do fresher
WHen I`m on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who`s bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion
It`s the, Liks, rockin like a six point six
So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the porno flicks
[J-Ro]
For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center
I got your hoe cookin my dinner
Action, lights and cameras ain`t needed
Indeed it`s, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated
I`m J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
All the Liks releases, become masterpieces
Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases
Chorus:
And I can`t holt it in [I can`t hold it in]
I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]
They`ll say I can`t hold it in [I can`t hold it in]
I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]
They`ll say I can`t hold it in [I can`t hold it in]
I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]
They`ll say I can`t hold it in [I can`t hold it in]
I gotta, I gotta let it all out
[J-Ro]
I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom
I fold your clothes with your body still in em
The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can`t scrape J-Ro the man
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways
And just like Subways, I can make your days
We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas
The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl
Niggaz like me gonna rule the world
So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown
Express from the West so it`s best that I clown
[Tash]
I bust the Alehze on ice on down to Beck`s brew
I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue
Cause I`m committed, admit it, you was Too Legit to QUit it
Dancin with toilets now you can`t get busy with it
WIth the vintage Olde GOld gettin dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it`s hot
It`s the Alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can`t find
Call me E.T., but yo, it don`t take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future I`ma frak it when I mic it
Chorus
[Tash]
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures
It`s the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones
I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones
So tap into the cold while I torch MC`s
Cause I be itchin for a scratch like the Force MD`s
But yo fuck that, Tash is in the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J cause he can`t hold it in
[J-Ro]
I can`t hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout
We be scorin points like Michael Irvin on the post route
And just like Joi boy, I make your bones ache man
Just how much punishment can a rapper take man?
The homes be like Where you been? man I been creatin
We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin
for the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits tits and rap hits
And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the Liks
[E-Swift]
I can`t hold it in I gotta speak my mind
THere`s a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah, it`s mor elike Busta without the A
YOu never think of nuttin fresh to say
The freshest DJ from the state of Ohio
I remember when you battled, cuttin up Survival
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast
Packed up my Technics, now I`m on the West coast, now I
[Tash]
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga
Yo before we get up out
I wanna shout it out to my nigga Diamond D
