Likwit Fusion

[Defari] Sup with all these wack niggas man? Telling me bout hits and shit They don't even know the meaning of no hit Beyond regular, this L.A predator Using MC's like the keys on the register These multiple combinations I bring Me and the mic goes together Like a finger and a diamond ring Who laughs first, laughs least not last And I'm that nigga who laughs last Shitting on a phonograph, my path Miraculous like calculous, pass me the rock On the court you can't handle this Intro: Tash If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know If my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know If y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know About the Likwit Crew, how will you know? [Tash] Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl Cuz people, Rico got everything you need If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and The zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland This beat's not redundant off the SP1200 Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP *scratchin' "Likwit Fusion"* [Wild Child] Some brothers never had that inner soul capability Their ineligibility back fired on their ability To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to Get You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit* Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need ID's Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit* But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like This (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this (Oh-Ooh) Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows Go for what you know unless you got no flows Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no) It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow [J-Ro] Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass* Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache [Madlib] It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash For y'all niggas is only here for cash It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85 While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz... [J-Ro ] If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups And passing them out to everybody at the show I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro I'll get your body movin' like a sauna Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana [Madlib] While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul [J-Ro] I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me It's the return of the emcee So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do... [Defari] Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line I still remember names and phrases And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight Flossy A's and money A's all night I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly Then I'm up at tops they say teach me And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile) Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit...Fusion