[madlib]
This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks
And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit
I was andquot;uhhandquot; three years ago
If you didnand't know that we keep it fresh like douche
If you didnand't know yand'all need that extra push (when yand'all up on the mic)
Weand're rushing through with raw delight
Weand're dropping that shit while yand'all niggas bite
Speaking and'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)
Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)
We come though spreading light
While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype
We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase
Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)
Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch and'em, show and'em no remorse)
[wild child]
Hey man, iand've got a question for you,
Can you feel me? speaking on you wack mcand's
Ya saying andquot;not reallyandquot;, thatand's cuz i cut ya hands off
Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate
You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at lamda lamda
Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems
I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like sly stallone
Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth
Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and sheand's deaf mute
Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists
Direct and'em towards those wack mcand's please as i reminisce
You might have more dollars than you have common sense
The lpand's stand ground like hercules
Letand's take that fake cat, break back and make black
People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track
I formulate rhymes to educate all those whoand's killing
Music be the only way to express how iand'm feeling
Ya conniving like clinton, with more nerve than, judge judy
Youand'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty
[madlib]
But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack mcand's
Ya cominand' like counterfeit (phony)
But back in the days yand'all wasnand't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta gand's
Yand'all up on some other shit,
(talkinand' bout ya shooting off clips)
Yo, we waiting for the mothership,
But most of yand'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split
(yo, itand's a damn shame)
You know iand'm kicking true to the game
You know i am to keep it real
Like my nigga kaz, iand'm letting off battle drills
Iand'm your replacement (replacement)
Madlib up in the basement (madlib up in the basement)
[wild child]
Now on that subject,(what you talkinand' about, cat?) talking and'bout ya wack
Mcand's
We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real
Not like them fake gangsta gand's
I rock the mic and strike while dictating light
Iand'm peaking, you keep weakening like kryptonite
Yo, what iand'm tired of, absence of the high above
Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze theyand've fired up
So iand'm bringing back something that was never lost
Cuz you know we canand't just forget about them peeps whoand's strictly conscious
The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like kato
When you swing iand'll block blows, rock roll the cradle
So, ay yo, on beats iand'm like the tazmanian tornado
Wild child live from the 5 that be 8-0!
