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  • Chorus:
    Question how many MC's do you know like this?
    The type who can freestyle check it I must insist
    But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
    The LP gots to MC

    Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate gather round the plate
    Ya down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fake
    Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic
    To getting up my flows while I'm using my mic equipment
    LP will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift you
    Predict you need help so may The Force be with you
    Since rap is like a court dismissing you like a jury
    When it comes to West Coast underground,
    Lootpack's enlisted yearly
    Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I
    It's confirmed Jack must return like Jedi
    On the cuts is DJ Romes, rocking beats my ***** Madlib

    Come like this with an abstract jab
    ****** mad cuz I plan to be green forever
    (Cuz whatever the cause) we'll get taken out never
    You'll end up gettin' caught up in our circle
    Hemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs up
    You can catch me with my SP or my pad and my pen
    Mixed with Hen, Heineken, Juice and Gin
    The California **** blend to get you open like stunts
    This is dedicated to them ****** that front
    Chorus:
    Question, how many MC's do you know like this?
    The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist
    But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
    The LP gots to MC

    In any city, country, state, or any center
    The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter
    Summer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicks
    Original loop beat patterns back the lyrics
    So when we start to invent, ****** know the flava
    Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented
    (Well how you feel about most ******?)
    Most ya ****** comin out with that same old ****
    My ****** on that brain sick
    When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon
    Suckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so ***** forget it
    Ya fake MC's make me wanna laugh
    Ya ****** out for the cash but in a year y'all ****** pass

    Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the bass and
    We'll drop universal for the whole Likwit organization
    Y'all gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestation
    We'll run up in ya station and give messages to the nation
    We're gonna start to neglect wack MC's who lack respect
    As the lost art resurrects, I'll make all y'all want to eject
    Wackness, for the simple fact Jack is
    Sending this out to all of my 805 abstract friends
    Chorus: 2x
    Question, how many MC's do you know like this?
    The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist
    But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
    The LP gots to MC
  • Chorus:
    Question how many MC's do you know like this?
    The type who can freestyle check it I must insist
    But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
    The LP gots to MC

    Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate gather round the plate
    Ya down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fake
    Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic
    To getting up my flows while I'm using my mic equipment
    LP will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift you
    Predict you need help so may The Force be with you
    Since rap is like a court dismissing you like a jury
    When it comes to West Coast underground,
    Lootpack's enlisted yearly
    Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I
    It's confirmed Jack must return like Jedi
    On the cuts is DJ Romes, rocking beats my ***** Madlib

    Come like this with an abstract jab
    ****** mad cuz I plan to be green forever
    (Cuz whatever the cause) we'll get taken out never
    You'll end up gettin' caught up in our circle
    Hemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs up
    You can catch me with my SP or my pad and my pen
    Mixed with Hen, Heineken, Juice and Gin
    The California **** blend to get you open like stunts
    This is dedicated to them ****** that front
    Chorus:
    Question, how many MC's do you know like this?
    The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist
    But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
    The LP gots to MC

    In any city, country, state, or any center
    The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter
    Summer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicks
    Original loop beat patterns back the lyrics
    So when we start to invent, ****** know the flava
    Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented
    (Well how you feel about most ******?)
    Most ya ****** comin out with that same old ****
    My ****** on that brain sick
    When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon
    Suckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so ***** forget it
    Ya fake MC's make me wanna laugh
    Ya ****** out for the cash but in a year y'all ****** pass

    Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the bass and
    We'll drop universal for the whole Likwit organization
    Y'all gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestation
    We'll run up in ya station and give messages to the nation
    We're gonna start to neglect wack MC's who lack respect
    As the lost art resurrects, I'll make all y'all want to eject
    Wackness, for the simple fact Jack is
    Sending this out to all of my 805 abstract friends
    Chorus: 2x
    Question, how many MC's do you know like this?
    The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist
    But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
    The LP gots to MC