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



[Wild Child]

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 nigga Madlib



[Madlib]

Come like this with an abstract jab

Niggas 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 weed blend to get you open like stunts

This is dedicated to them niggas 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



[Madlib]

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, niggas know the flava

Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented

(Well how you feel about most niggas?)

Most ya niggas comin out with that same old shit

My niggas on that brain sick

When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon

Suckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so nigga forget it

Ya fake MC's make me wanna laugh

Ya niggas out for the cash but in a year y'all niggas pass



[Wild Child]

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