Madlib]

I'm down to battle any nigga that steps inside my zone

That's word to my own you'll get your head flown

We could do this lyrical or I could bust a beat miracle

To your eardrum I make your dome numb

Mysterical loops not in numerical order

You ought to act up so I can eat ya like some piranhas

Yo I'll greet ya just defeat ya

Delete ya off this West area word to Wild Child we'll mosh it up

Cuz you're all washed up, star struck, ready to catch a bizzare buck

But yo the raw addict, y'all, I'll make your crew take a fall

I see you all until after the brawl because



Chorus: 4x



"...I'm on a roll and ready for combat"

As we freak the physic (and/we break MC's on contact)



[Wild Child]

Roll with the soul man, slow flow instigator

Motivator of the greatest MC's with the hardcore data

From the inner soul, Wild to the Child end ya flow

Bros don't even know I'm like the baby brand,

I'll kick that Evenflow

Even though Madlib the bad kid crack ribs

Lootpack's definition of abstract is

To take the mic in ya one hand, motivation in the other

Flip a freestyle flow and stop biting wack rhymes from another

1998, Lootpack drops the ill type

I'll bet in 2000 wack brothers, yo, they'll still write

That wack ish, the fact is

Big up to the evangilistic baptist

Church from Oxnard, it's the first

Time that I represent, lyrically non-hesitant

To grab a conscious style of rap and straight up represent

Like this, I don't stop or quit

Lootpack got props to get, soon as we drop the hit

Yes yes yes yes



Chorus: 4x



"...I'm on a roll and ready for combat"

As we freak the physic (and/we break MC's on contact