Speaker Smashin' (Lootpack)

When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference We'll come and break down your whole circumference Entering your atmosphere, be -boy style thus we're The dopest MC's on earth As dopest MC's can you please exclude these Wack artificially contaminated series of MC's 'cause I feel these times aren't even close to being close to being close >From them rhymes Lootpack drop out from the West Coast Yo, I hate it when MC's be like I'm come in this way or this way LP comes at you unexpected like that movie Independence Day All of a sudden we kick back in a be -boy stance and then say Wild Child, rhyme constructor, Madlib beat conductor Sen-sei While I intercept this mic and get in play Some might say we shine like ten rays You know we're gonna hit you with the speaker smashin' While I'm stashin' cushion all up in my fashion So fasten your seatbelt before you melt >From the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash (Help) Nigga, that's what you'll be yelling while your dome's swelling While my crew be like propelling, I'm telling y'all We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like Red Vines But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones If I got a crate of loops, nigga I'll freak one It's like whatever, yo, nigga I'll leak one Rhyme like I'm chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome So you're a gangsta cool, but on the mic what's the difference? Off the top can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance? I didn't think so, you're just like all them floppy sloppy Who like to kick back and copy like you was Kinko's Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps It covers up the fact that your rap's wack So I chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill