Chorus:
When you think lootpack cannot make a difference
Well come and break down your whole circumference
Entering your atmosphere, b-boy style thus were
The dopest mcs on earth
[wild child]
As dopest mcs can you please exclude these
Wack artificially contaminated series of mcs
Cuz I feel these times arent even close to being close to being close
>from them rhymes lootpack drop out from the west coast
Yo, I hate it when mcs be like Im come in this way or this way
Lp comes at you unexpected like that movie independence day
All of a sudden we kick back in a b-boy stance and then say
Wild child, rhyme constructor, madlib beat conductor sen-sei
[madlib]
While I intercept this mic and get in play
Some might say we shine like ten rays
You know were gonna hit you with the speaker smashin
While Im stashin cushion all up in my fashion
So fasten your seatbelt before you melt
>from the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash (help)
Nigga, thats what youll be yelling while your domes swelling
While my crew be like propelling, Im telling yall
(chorus)
[madlib]
We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like red vines
But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes
The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes
I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times
I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones
If I got a crate of loops, nigga Ill freak one
Its like whatever, yo, nigga Ill leak one
Rhyme like Im chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome
[wild child]
So youre a gangsta cool, but on the mic whats the difference?
Off the top can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance?
I didnt think so, youre just like all them floppy sloppy
Who like to kick back and copy like you was kinkos
Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps
It covers up the fact that your raps wack
So I chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya
Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill
(chorus)
