Answers (Lootpack)

This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit I was "uhh", three years ago, If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic) We're rushing through with raw delight We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite Speaking '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 'em, show 'em no remorse) Hey man, I've got a question for you, Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's Ya saying "Not really", that'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 she's deaf mute Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce You might have more dollars than you have common sense The LP's stand ground like Hercules Let'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 who's killing Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony) But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's Y'all up on some other shit, (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips) Yo, we waiting for the Mothership, But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split (Yo, it's a damn shame) You know I'm kicking true to the game You know I am to keep it real Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills I'm your replacement (replacement) Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement) Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack MC's We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real Not like them fake gangsta G's I rock the mic and strike while dictating light I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up So I'm bringing back something that was never lost Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!