Soundpieces (da Antidote)

* - this song is a little bit *edited*

Intro: tash

If mc's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know
If my niggas don't know, if ya girlies don't know
If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know
About the likwit crew, how will you know?

[tash]
Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper
The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya
I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow
I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl
Cuz people, rico got everything you need
If ya niggas got the chickens, i got the bird seed
I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow
With the cisco, the hennesey, and silver duck, sapporo
The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* coke and
The zig zags in vegas for that chronic straight from oakland
This beat's not redundant off the sp1200,
Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* bernie grundman
The beats make me tweak everytime i speak, you can't take the heat,
Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the l-i-k, the w-i-t
Y'all niggas better go and rush that lootpack lp

*scratchin' "likwit fusion"*

[wild child]
Some brothers never had that inner soul capability
Their ineligibility back fired on their ability
To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to
Get
You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*
Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that
Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back
As i get underground like cia's, i be's dope, ic's like cops always need
Id's
Wild child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, i'll make ya head swell up
When helen keller, tell 'em a story, wild child style's relevant
All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows
It's a matter of speaking when wild child be freakin' at the shows
Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*
But you still get mad confused, messing with the likwit crew
Female virgins out there, big up, props, i like sex
But i spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check
So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like
This
(oh-ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this
(oh-ooh)

Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows
Go for what you know unless you got no flows
Can the likwit crew mc's be defeated? (hell no)
It's the liks and the pack and we ready to blow

[j-ro]
Yo, i was a b-boy before i got my first piece of *ass*
Before i ever put the rum and coke in the glass
Before i even met my niggas e-swift and tash
Before i ever had a shadow of a mustache

[madlib]
It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash
For y'all niggas is only here for cash
It's the likwit crew, we keep it poppin' like '85
While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady i
Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat
Rollin on this track with my nigga ro got my back, cuz...

[j-ro ]
If loopin' was hoopin', madlib would have hella ups
I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups
And passing them out to everybody at the show
I'm not on the rocks, just a straight j-ro
I'll get your body movin' like a sauna
Full of pirhanas, i'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana

[madlib]
While i'm on the next level, hittin' like i wanna
Comin' like i'm roland hannna, gettin' iller than madonna
Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole
Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul

[j-ro]
I'm a let it be told what the lootpack means to me
It's the return of the emcee
So defari heru from the likwit crew
Tell the party people how you do (yo) what you do...

[defari]
Yo... my notebooks always in my brain
I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line
I still remember names and phrases
And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits
That's why i'm likwit crew member to the fullest
Defari, bust back with the lootpack rock the palm alot
That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight
Flossy a's and money a's all night
I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly
Then i'm up at tops they say teach me
And so i do teach the truth to the youth (meanwhile)
Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits
This lootpack *shit* straight likwit...fusion

[madlib]
It be that tascam villian, not claiming i'm a sicilian
Gambino at the pavilion, frontin' like i got a million
While y'all niggas coming up to me, "hey yo, can i get a beat for free?"
That's like the dopeman selling all his stash for no fee
Or a ho working on the ave. for no money
We keep it movin like poverty, my whole zone's on that lost art tranquility
Stashin' styles like the lottery the novelty of soul
I'll hit ya in the head, the slang buster
Niggas wanna test, we shine like almustafa
"madlib the bad kid", i'm the one to hit ya with the total bliss
Whether extra crisp or mad dirty poppin' hiss
The shit sound better than yours cuz we got the force
While you're going off course, like you're giving up drawers
"the beat conductor", i simply grab the mic and bless
I wonder how many jealous suckers are gonna try and test, so yo

Chorus: medaphoar

Why ya wanna test like you're keeping it real
While faking for the success and dollar bills
I'm gonna make the cash for the reason i still will
Keep it how i kept it no matter on how you feel
It's like,
Why ya wanna test like you're keeping it real
While faking for the success and dollar bills
I'm gonna make the cash for the reason i still will
Keep it how i kept it no matter on how you feel

[madlib]
I'll take it back like just ice
And keep my flow on the basics so i'll hit precise
Kinda like we device on the 1200, dj romes give a slice
While ya rhymes sound like fisher price
Heist, i run a shiesty pon mice
When the design hit nice
I'll bet none of your lines can suffice
In my realm of darkness, use you as a sacrifice
The only thing that you can take from me is advice
Stepping over here to battle me, i'll strictly entice
Like my nigga bag the dice watching your crew splice

Chorus: medaphoar

Why ya wanna test like you're keeping it real
While faking for the success and dollar bills
I'm gonna make the cash for the reason i still will
Keep it how i kept it no matter on how you feel
It's like,
Why ya wanna test like you're keeping it real
While faking for the success and dollar bills
I'm gonna make the cash for the reason i still will
Keep it how i kept it no matter on how you feel

*scratches till fade*

Chorus: busta rhymes *sampled*

Yo, i'm gonna hit real hard with that,
Shit that's gonna make your dome crack, back, back
Yo, i'm gonna hit real hard with that,
Shit that's gonna make your dome crack, back, back
Yo, i'm gonna hit real hard with that,
Shit that's gonna make your dome crack, back, back
Yo, i'm gonna hit real hard with that,
Shit that's gonna make your dome crack, watch me...

[madlib]
Yo it's the slang buster, madlib the beat conductor
I hit you off with that ill structure, cuts ya
Never on the bandwagon at any time
Every day, every place, got my pants saggin'
For y'all niggas that be strictly braggin'
Up at the spot so eager to grab the mic with the breath of dragon
Niggas be walkin around waggin' there tail taggin'
Along trying to get their mail laggin'
Make me wanna disrespect and check
Grab that nigga's neck and start gaggin'
I drop a pound of discussion and drop a rhyme to leave you with a concusion
And have your whole crew commence to hushin'
Down with the master race of emcees
Who terrorize, whoever flies up in the face talkin' lies
I give a shout to the unseen at the lost gates
While you're makin' mistakes, we make them hot plates

(chorus)

[madlib]
Soundin' like, we got the rawest shit ever known to man
Expand my lung with the chronic smoke then proceed with the plan
My anecdote rain movin' on ya
I got your brain locked down like some jail terrain
You out for fame talkin' about my name, i aim atcha like a gat ya
Thought you were my rapture, watch your mental fracture
You're just an actor, playin' the rap game, total shame
Nothing really gained when you shell framed is all in vain
I hitcha with that shit that make ya neck snap
While goin through my sp1200 with memory that's stacks
The beat conductor keep your speaker shakin'
I got your amp'll quakin like a vacation on haiti
Relaxin', i'll take you on a mental trip, grip
The ill loop digger signing out on the skit

(chorus)

*scratches to end*

Ey quasimoto, man! (quasimoto)
Get off my back with the 20 questions, man
There go madlib the bad kid right over there from the lootpack (yes)
Right over there, man, ask him, man, ask him

"where are y'all from?"
We from the west o-x to be exact
Lyric arrest your pack with flows to drop your order format
"but what y'all on?"
Even though we flex until the exit
On living daily, but that soundpiece always be some next shit
"are y'all original?"
We stay original while your subliminal lines and minimal perception
Poetical enemas for your section
"i bet y'all money hungry"
We dig in crates to get them papes
"what, word"
We droppin beats to clock ends meet
"now not only for the money"
We're not only for them ends because if i wasn't gettin' paid
I'd still be dropping beats until my grave
"so who you down with?"
I'm down with the wild child, dj romes, ono and god's gift
"oh, yeah"
Kazi, declaime, medaphoar, shock got the spliff (shock)
Dj twist, can kick, peace to roc c., yeah
Nikko, where my nigga lali
Like when i'm rushin' loops with e-swift (yeah)
Going out of town with the liks, end up in a-t
L-double-o-t-p-a-c-k, represent how i live every day "805"
L-double-o-t-p-a-c-k, represent how i live every day "805"

Chorus:

If you're not flipping cuts like dj romes
Well then you're not representing with the lp
If you're not dropping tracks like madlib
Well then you're not representing with the lp
Well if you're not kicking styles like wild child
When then you're not representing with the lp
But if you're not supporting hardcore hip hop
Well then you're not a real hip hop mc

[wild child]
If you're not in tune to this total bliss
Now a days a lot of rappers i like to diss
Cuz yo, all up in your songs you be talkin' bout your glocks (what?)
But then you change cuz you can't be the same around the clock
You be actin' like a amazon when the camera's on
But when the camera's off, you be actin' soft
Cuz you be in that mental state, thinking that ya great
But everywhere around the gates people saying that ya fake
Like dropping out of weight while you're trying to have your cake
But ya jams ain't got no weight and many niggas won't debate
(hey, how we do?) we keep it hot like benihana (word)
With no drama, while you try to bite like a piranha
I'll make you wanna...

[madlib]
...bounce, bounce when you come to see the pack
I'mma carbonate ya flow cuz yo' style be sounding flat
Jack a.k.a. constructor of a rhyme on a track
Conducted by madlib invade ya face like blah
Bring it back as i rock it slow, with my lip socket lyrics,
Scratch as i rock a show with simultaneous functions we create
Cuz we're the sure shot
The flow got you all hypnotized but if you're not...

(chorus)

[wild child]
Yo, wild child straight rearranging on ya drums
Ya niggas from the slums step up ya wanna hum
As i take ya ass way back when blacks was like chilling
(to late for that now) why? (brothers mad killing)
Yo, i live in hip hop day to day because i feel it
Can't understand wack mc's out there, they try and kill it
I'll steal it, take it home, package it and seal it
Bring it out on a daily basis and fry it on a skillet
Question: will it, will it last forever?
Can't compare it to the past...never!
We're used to touch the mics, uplifting mc's on the rise
Come with the abstract and then straight up vocalize

[madlib]
Most people now a days talk about representing
They strictly smoking philly's, acting ill, getting bent and
The ways of the industry's mad shady tinted (yeah)
Most niggas tripping off the ill joints we invented (right)
Whether you're in l.a., texas or trenton
Alaska, nebraska, japan you have ta
Know the difference from a fake mc to a real mc
Before you play that loot pack cd

(chorus)

[wild child]
My new years resolution: persist to end all wack mc confusion
To break mc's in half, there rhymes be like illusion
My conclusion, lootpack's the group that cause likwit fusion
Brothers mic check 1 but can't get with 2's and
I take levels of the treble, embrace the bass
And grab a hold of the steel and come face to face
Silly mortals, coming through portals yabbin' at the lip
Even if their ass was asian, they still couldn't flip
Some old lyrical, my spiritual rhymes be physical
Kickin' metaphorical, my style's historical
It's better for a cool brother to say he saw me in an article
I hear wack rumors, but yo, it's hard to cool wild child down
I don't clown, i just come forth kicking that lootpack sound
I give props with my likwit crew mc's i rock with
I unlock styles like locksmith

Chorus:

Never am i weededed
"i don't have to smoke..."
Yeah, weededed
Every time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed
I never needed it
"i don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up"

[wild child]
First off, lootpack set it off to wreck ya band
The only smoke you ever see wild child get be second hand
I've ignored non-freestylin' mc's, they get me bored
My exhibit shows i'm the rhythmic dyslexic lord
Wild child, known to most people as cracker jack
Your style got no flav like licorice that be black
I'm offending when i start bending men
Coming forth with 100% adrenaline
It's not my fault when i come with hip hop from my heart
I get pissed when wack mc's step up and test my art
Props to cdp crew's, east/west respect
My style or i'mma get your tape and push eject, cuz we

Chorus:

Weededed
Yo an mc who gets weededed
Every time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed
I never needed it
"i don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up"
Ask yourself when you weededed
Are you an mc who gets weededed?
Only a true mc, unless your ass is weededed
I never needed it

[madlib]
"hello" hey yo, hey yo, hey yo mr. herb
"yes that's my name son, what's the word?"
Come through to my studio so you can enhance my verb
"all right" chill with me, lounge with me, make rhymes tight
"now you've been rapping for a week?"
Yes yes, i'm overnight "uh huh"
This is a mind state most wack mc's be in
Thinking they can smoke a blunt once and become an mc
The way i see things you'll see things clearly
Making quotes like lootpack rocks yearly
Mr. herb, "yes", i need your opinion my mind's a blur
"hey yo, smoke with me and i'll make your rhyme's slur"
How's that? "i'll call my homeboy, his nickname's sherm"
"he'll fill you in, before you know your memory's short term"
"and you'll be like", i can crunch any mc's
And i have the illest case of munchies so please keep, "right"
Doing what you're doin, enhancin' my vocalision
The only time i see you is with infrared vision
Bacause i'm...

Chorus:

Weededed
Are you an mc who gets weededed?
Every time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed
I never needed it
"i don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up"
Ask yourself one time when you weededed
All you wack mc's who get weededed
Every time you say a freestyle, you be weededed
I never needed it
"i don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up"

*radio skipping*

Episode #1: kazi & madlib

[kazi]
I'm down with all the illest, ain't no crabs all around me
So put your head together, you still couldn't find me
Where i be and how i live is ill

[madlib]
Hey yo, niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"i gotta flex with a lex in my video"
That's what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo

[kazi]
Yeah, you wanna fight don't ya, you wanna bite don't ya?
The involvement of a new coast is here
To take your soul, rearrange it with flows
You're unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, ain't no puttin' together
Restorin' your body parts, leaving the rest for whatever

[madlib]
You talking bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna flow
But your flow be like oil and water, it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, cuz your style ain't even hip hop related

*scratches*

[kazi]
This be the kazi, my niggas call me kaz
How does it feel to be mixed up and lost?
First of all, you shouldn't have bit the next rapper
Now your mind's confused, you lose, talkin' bout you paid dues

[madlib]
Slay crews, when you ain't even at phase two
Talking about take two? you only get one take
Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my estates
Plus they just might take ya papes, plus you won't remember no plates
So don't have no mistakes, steppin' over this way

[kazi]
Second to last, but not least, hey yo, kazi's here to rip it
I'll take mc's, tie 'em up, and then split
It's like this, yo i'm up on some bliz
Total techniques for the hip hop kids

[madlib]
Yo we puttin' the lid on ya, if you're wack you're a goner
Cuz we on a war path, droppin' math cuz we only wanna
Keep this hip hop real, innovatin' new styles
Takin' out wack mc's by the piles, for real

*radio skippping*

Episode #2: god's gift

I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the tupperware
It's the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain
Who came complete with all terrain capabilities
Track trail blazing a path of traveling freely
Beyond the vanity of border ampedence hindering
Progress intending to enhance those plagued with
Recessive styles, relying on primal rage
Disengaged pushing trivial, unimportant material
Virtually there, but still visually impaired
Point of views defusing the output of ya outlook
Confusing ya confidence, cuz you dwell on surface knowledge
Dig deeper into my speech or the only way you'll learn
Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in layman's terms
We now have confirmation, pure order has swarmed
Like locusts consuming all vegetation
Into waste land fills fresh water wells seeping
Poisonous corrosion as a business proposition
Exposing flesh in nuclear explosions
Forming glowing boils at the point of contact of deforming
The surviving population as mass retations
Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentations
On the island of madlib monroe
Cdp pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs

*radio skipping*

Episode #3: declaime

I'm cool with who i be, lyric slanger from cdp
Got shit locked up like slaves out at sea
Ya lost to the way i come across at all costs, i must get mine
Suck up all the sunrays and then outshine
Till i blind all eyesights all over the planet
When i rhyme right, i outstand it
Cool with my ways, so chilled that most can't stand it
Y'all knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high
With fortys in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over this map, for i be that down ass, south cali poet,
Ya know it to be the d-e-c-l-a-i-m-e,
Doin my thang in this ring
Knockin' niggas down with what i bring
Crazy chaos your way off
So swing ya partners are around
Do the hump to my sound
Fuck it, all panties down to ya ankles
Bending back ass over microphone entangles
Strangles all ya got chokes like chronic smoke
I'll take a toke and pass it to all my niggas,
To all my niggas...take two and pass

*radio skipping*

Episode #4: medaphoar & oh no

Chorus: medaphoar

Everyday it's like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some mc's get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, that's how you roll
But don't step to m-e-d, because your rhymes will be fold

[medaphoar]
Straight in all black on the attack be medaphoar so freeze back
So rappin' imitators get peeled back when i'm in combat
I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when medaphoar's near
My rhyme's been set to blow up different spots so mc's stand clear
I fear no mc's alive because my dangerous rhyme
Survives battles worldwide, until my cities recognize
For every rhyme that's built to self destruct three seconds after the buck
Niggas better duck, or take that risk to get stuck
It's this do or die mentality that keeps ya mouth frying
Sippin on the e&j and smoking blunts stuffed with hawaiian chronic
For my homey shack in sb, rhymes on the shiesty
Niggas on the run when medaphoar is on the gun
Mc's out to get me from all of the battles i won
Med, comin from the west, so represents where i'm from
Lyrically i got your block locked when i drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop

Chorus: oh no

Cuz everyday it's like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some mc's get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, that's how you roll
But don't step to oh no, because your rhymes will be fold

[oh no]
In this game, i ain't trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria
That's some next shit, material starts external
But also interior when y'all frauds claim imperial
Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior
Some niggas know me as "oh no"
But in reverse in ya in the middle, i'm "on ya ho"
So slow your roll because i fold emcees like rhumatism
Syndrome and break 'em down like compression when i be up in 'em
I skip more mc's than scratch compilations cd's
To have your speech in verbal poetical lyrical oddities
The heart's cold to make hell freeze, slash hot like a flame
I spread like dead grass up in the hills so run for your ass
I'm known as assassin from the west livin' it up
Kaliwild shakin up the best, messin 'em up
This nigga's known as medaphoar and i be the disrupt
Vocally tearing you up from the ground up

*radio skipping*

Episode #5: wild child

Chorus: wild child

When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get asked that
Is y'all crew rally all that when you bump that
Track by lootpack, ya like "they off the hook, cat"

[wild child]
Focus, wild child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get mopped 10 times
My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines cuz i feep i'm
The responsible obstacle
For you non-freestyling mc's kickin' lots of bull
I rock shit till the eucalyptus
Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic tells you,
"you can't rip this" i'll get it exited and, get the crowd hyped and
Slap you up with my right hand and
Find out you're a little white man with a slight tan
Wild child'll take ya ass out like lightning
Fresh in the flesh, steadily enlighting this mic
The fact that you lack the respect, got the mad knack of incompetence
Step to jack and get smacked to lower your whole lack of confidence
Ya bro's out there know you have no composure
You unnoticibly slide to the back of thee
Open mic session with ya little wack faculty
Thirty minutes, prior to getting there, claiming you had the knack to be
The dopest mc, that was the most inactively
Statement you ever said to jack, you see
The day you took hip hop into ya hands was an act of lunacy
So, if ya feel me, yo if ya feel me, party people say it
"la la la la", come on, come on, come on, come on...
My people say "la la la la"

Chorus: wild child

When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get asked that
Is y'all crew rally all that when you bump that
Track by lootpack, ya like "they off the hook, cat"

Intro: [wild child]

Ha ha ha hah, yes yes
Return of the b-boy style
Props to all the b-boys and b-girls in da house
("cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely")
Check it out

Chorus: [wild child]

I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
Does jack wreck the rhyme? hell yeah
"cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely"

[wild child]
Yo, as easy as it may seem mc'ing is not a capa-
Bility for most to possess, you gotta catch up,
Take the time to create, construct demonstrate
Set wack mc's straight, drinkin' a v8
I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats
I represent the conscience styles until it hits the streets
My backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones
I destroy fake madlib beats and crackerjack poems (ha-ha)
It's time for lunch already, yes past lunch
I eat mc's like captain crunch, i attack and then punch
Rap in such different styles that's unlike yours
Wack mc's, i'll point you out and point out all of your flaws
All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin'
Battling straight up battling is what i'm provokin'
But i'll die before these wack mc's infect thee
Hip hop industry to the point i cannot breathe

But if wildstyle dies before wild child wakes
I pray to god to step down and take out all them fake
Mc's, pretty please
"cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely"

(chorus)

[wild child]
Down with the liks, jump straight from the bass onto the kicks
Non-freestylin' mc's fall straight down in the pits
My name be jack, spontaneous freestylist when i catch wreck
Brothers bite me so hard saying my rhymes i ain't even wrote yet
So i take it to the max, take out fake-funkin' jacks
Get to the point as i rock over madlib bumpin' tracks
"you used to get busy at open mics?" nah, i still do
I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually, yo i will do
Anything it takes to bring b-boy style back
And the thanks for you to make ya say my rhyme style's phat
But i'll die before these wack mc's infect these
Hip hop industry to the point i cannot breathe

But if wildstyle dies before wild child wakes
I pray to god to step down and take out all them fake
Mc's, pretty please
"cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely"

(chorus: 2x)

*scratches and various talk to end*

[declaime]
I'm declaime running thangs, rock your whole body,
I gotta "break dat party, rip dat party"

[wild child]
Yo, i'm wild child with the style that'll wreck your body,
I'm here to "break dat party, rip dat party"

[madlib]
Yo, it's madlib the beat conductor with the beat to take you under,
I'm gonna "break dat party, rip dat party"

[all together]
It's lootpack, declaime, taking out wack mc's,
We're gonna "break dat party, rip dat party"

[declaime]
So you choose to dance with i, the rhyme wise
Who flies by over all heads at a fast rate, from the west state
South cali poet, you know it to be a madlib invazion
And it's gonna take a nation
To hold me back when i attack from all angles,
Setting out traps that entangles, strangles
All you got chokes, can't cope with slow folks,
Break you down like po' folks
Mad agression while in session, never slip or sleep
I be declaime when i rain down with pain
Cool with these ways of rhyme, at the drop of a dime
My niggas creepin' from behind,
Here's where i draw the line, you dare cross it
I think you lost it ya losing your mind, also your soul i control
Got ya tranced and confused, burnt, battered, and bruised
Simple minds get used when they snooze

"break dat party, rip dat party"

[wild child]
Hahahah... my fantasy is to line mc's in chronological order
Tell 'em i'm mad at all of ya brothers, check out my strategy
The time shifter as i inflict this rhyme constructor,
You all are illusions so, peep out my mind state
My agenda is to round you up and cause mad friction
Take out you fiction mc's and then bring it back like treason
I'm talking realness, everyone's speaking hip hop, but can't feel this
I yield with my vibe cuz i'm insured like blue shield
I'm the wild child, i hear wack styles, time to get agile
I'll come back with thumbtacks cuz hip hop's mad fragile
And then i'll cause accidents, mind state of a chameleon
So i can come back and say larry parker got me one million
Now lootpack and declaime represent mc's
That'll set it off for oxnard and my whole posse
Wild child with the style that'll wreck your body,
I'm here to "break dat party, rip dat party"

[madlib]
Hey yo, niggas always trying to figure out what this style is
Cuz we go the extra milage cuz your lyrics skeptic so just forget it
It's madlib the bad kid to bring the antiseptic
My chemical warfare letting off hydra right beside ya
Inside ya, it might ride ya
Off the atlas, out this atmos, rappers becomin' like actors, the fact is
You take a risk if you copy like a disk
You stand alone if you tryin' to be a clone
Rule number 4180
It ain't only the record companies that's shady
But they are a big part of this watered down art form
Till lootpack release the storm wave
To ya commercial slaves
I engrave my name to show you who's to blame
For this '98 rain

[declaime]
I'm declaime running thangs, rock your whole body,
I'm gonna "break dat party, rip dat party"

[wild child]
Yo, i'm wild child with the style that'll wreck your body,
I'm here to "break dat party, rip dat party"

[madlib]
Yo, it's madlib the beat conductor with the beat to take you under,
I'm gonna "break dat party, rip dat party"

[all together]
It's lootpack, declaime, taking out wack mc's,
We're gonna "break dat party, rip dat party"

My new year's resolution (check 1, 2)
This is my new year's resolution (check 1, 2)
Spontaneous freestyles are the solution (check 1, 2)
"crazy hip hop (check 1, 2) and you don't stop"

Don't believe what you believe or believe what you believe
And end up being those mc's who be leaving
Don't believe what you believe, believe what you believe
And end up being those mc's who be leaving

Chorus:

For the new year i swear, this rhyme be rare when you hear
A madlib drum, bass kick, snare
Wild child compiles styles down for your ear
Lp for you and yours, loud and clear

[madlib]
When the first lootpack era began a demo tape was formed
Unexpectedly, wack a&r's swarmed and started a cosmic storm
Everywhere i turned got burned thus learned i must earn
Full acknowledgement of this whole rap game on my own
Realizing i couldn't get mad at labels, labels weren't able
To see the rhythmic era wild child was throwing at the table
I said, honestly, i couldn't get mad at a little blind person
Who would sleep on a lootpack lp and ask me to define versing
I defy rehearsing, specifically i defy all those who apply cursing
To their limited freestyles they kick
When it's time to unlock those lyrical glock flows, i dip dip dive
Madlib rush from the left as we kick ish live

I can rhyme, (oh yes i can rhyme)
A spontaneous freestylin' rhyme
(spontaneous freestylin' rhyme)
I just concentrate on my ish (concentrate on my ish)
Cuz i got props to get (yes mad props to get)

Chorus:

For the new year i swear, this rhyme be rare when you hear
A madlib drum, bass kick, snare
Wild child compiles styles down for your ear
Lp for you and yours, loud and clear

[wild child]
There's no advantage one gains when sustaining two faces
The disadvantage of being two-faced, you can't be in two places
Now who races against the law of physics supplying logic?
You can't avoid being destroyed by wild child, so why dodge it?
When it comes to dropping freestyles, wild child front and center
Like jack nicholson at laker games, it's time for the pack to enter
An atmosphere where most record labels be making clones
Preprogramming their artists so it's like it's all about making bones
I'm the type of mc to drop rhymes with the unexpected
Come with some unstereotype of rhymes that mad unpredicted
That type of artist, pointing out mc's who try to be the hardest
Props to the jackson family for the influence they've taught us

Cuz i can rhyme, (oh yes i can rhyme)
A spontaneous freestylin' rhyme
(spontaneous freestylin' rhyme)
I just concentrate on my ish (concentrate on my ish)
Cuz i got props to get (yes mad props to get)

Chorus:

For the new year i swear, this rhyme be rare when you hear
A madlib drum, bass kick, snare
Wild child compiles styles down for your ear
Lp for you and yours, loud and clear

Don't believe what you believe, believe what you believe
And end up being those mc's who be leaving
Don't believe what you believe, believe what you believe
And end up being those mc's who be leaving

Resolution (check 1, 2)
This is my new year's resolution
Spontaneous freestyles are the solution (check 1, 2) yeah
"crazy hip hop (check 1, 2) and you don't stop"

*scratches to end*