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SINGER: Tha Alkaholiks
SONG:Tore Down
[featuring loot pack] Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down [wild child] Hey yo, last freshfest we was rockin good times This likwidfest i be bustin out rhymes When loot pack's on your set we'll take total control Of your mind feet body and inner soul Multiple beats to subject to discussion Wild child sets it off after dj rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight mc's that can't afford To get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord So i grab hip-hop right before wack mc's infect it Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it And then inject it, into your system, and when your veins Start pulsatin, showin you loot pack, rocks the nation I'm on the court, wild child rocks the fort Keanu reeves and sinbad givin support, that gets my love I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us
Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (i see you) I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see loot pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo I must confess i'm from the west about fresh Don't try and test cause i break mc's down to they flesh [tash] So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows When they step in my direction rico slows they rolls like Ahh, cause my brain tells me go against the grain Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same But i spit flames, i kick ass and take names Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames And hung up on the wall right next to picasso I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so Tash comes blazin, loot pack blazin Hot enough to fry you into california raisins Cause my alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time I make words connect lovely like coronas and lime So where you rhymes at? break em out, don't be scared, show me Everytime i flow i feel like y'all niggaz owe me The one and only from the group you could feel Cause it's a million alkaholiks on the earth (and that's real) Chorus: Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (uh, i'm to' down, uh, i'm to' down, uh, i might skip this round) Stop... what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (i'm to' down, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down) [loot pack] We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation Circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop Preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know That we'll knock you out with just, light ones Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, i wet ya Yo i kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got Beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime Then i read off lines or freestyle rhyme Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip Never slip my hop hips a grip With the likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin Fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin Lyrics lead the pack way, so i can blast a Rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony Like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei [j-ro] Round and round i go This rapper's name is j-ro Wack mc's don't waste your timeeeee (let me stick to the rhyme) Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape That's why i choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, i got a catalog Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y You soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent d'arby You the wackest mc i ever heard You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the D-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day For comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes At all alkaholik bashes Chorus [tash] Yeah that's right west coast this the tear down Likwid crew in the place, knowhati'msayin? Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast Turnin them forties upside down Big up to king tee and xzibit Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection Uhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...
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