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Viewing Lyrics for Level Zero:
| | | Artist: | Lootpack |
| | Album: | Soundpieces: Da Antidote | | Track: | Level Zero | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 2 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Oh No Medaphoar
[Wild Child]
'98 keep it real son cuz I guess I
feel someday that
Wild to the Child will rock at will son
Keep them speakers boomin'
body movin' Wild Child has proven
Causin' mad paranoia like them kids Nice 'N' Smooth and
When I flip flop wreck shop we be hip hop
When you see me drop
Always in
that shape you callin' tip top
Coolin effect I'm full in droolin over Madlib beats,
Yo, guess who's pullin' plugs on thugs who's greedy,
With their Wheaties, spraying
rhymes like graffiti,
Formally known as the CDP Assassins
DJ Romes is in effect and
yo his ass is in
Charge of the plastic
Keep it real son, I guess I feel
someday that
Wild to the Child will rock at will son
Got to keep it real son cuz I
guess I feel someday that
Wild to the Child rocks at will
[Medaphoar]
Watch ya front and back when M-E-D terror attacks
With that rhyme that's known to
bring the Terrordome so freeze back
On the microphone I'm quick to get with you then I'm
twisting you back
When you enter my zone, realize where you're at
In full combat,
come prepared or ya better beware
Cuz over here we bring the real, it's like a style don't
care
I'll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot
And got it locked for
the simple fact the rhyme don't stop
It's worldwide when I'm riding on the crews who step to
CDP Assassins, plus the Lootpack the crew
We got the verbal mentality with them
rhymes so ya listen
If you feel I hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so I'm dissin'
All
you weak MC's that fakin' there's no justice or peace
My rhymes will get into the middle of
ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves
Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of
So put ya money down cuz lyrically I'm out to break ya
[Madlib]
Hey
yo it's Madlib the bad kid, back from outer space
Still on that pure order MC master race
But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular
Modules predict antecdotes for
underground hits
But if you can't catch it today...
It's probably too late, cuz we
about to detonate the 388
Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure
For every measure, you'll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia
You'll end up
with a seizure,
>From steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin'
The spot,
towin' this lot, empty cuz I got
CDP Assassins plus the Pack, perfect combination
Free improvisation, while I leave the next healthy wack MC
Sick as a doctor's emergency
patient
[Oh No]
Yo I'll be chillin', realize Oh be straight known to be that
villian
Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin
Bust the skills I
kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew
Line 'em up and watch 'em fall, I be
jukin' cuz you all can't ball
Relavent impossible mission, lot of y'all dissin'
Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y'all kissin'
My ass, you know the flavor when I step
upon the scene
Yo I'll leave your birds in rage like menstruation
Seein' nothin' but
blood when I step out the station
Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide
Be DVD set
locate when I demonstrate up in a battle
You end up in a suicide line, I'm beyond your mind
You gotta recline and chill cuz I been past that bottom line
Got Lootpack and the
Assassins on the side
Classic upon plastic when I break emcees down just like vlastic
Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb
Actin' like they
know the half so verbally you gots ta jack 'em
(What's your name?), Oh No, my niggas know
the rebel hero
When I come through wild to that level zero | | | |
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