Lootpack - Answers Lyrics
[madlib]This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicksAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shitI was uhh, three years ago,If you didnt know that we keep it fresh like doucheIf you didnt know, yall need that extra push (when yall up on the mic)Were rushing through with raw delightWere dropping that shit while yall niggas biteSpeaking bout ya copycats (ya copycats)Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)We come though spreading lightWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hypeWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increaseNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch em, show em no remorse)[wild child]Hey man, Ive got a question for you,Can you feel me? speaking on you wack mcsYa saying not really, thats cuz I cut ya hands offTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fateYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at lamda lamdaTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poemsI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like sly stalloneFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left toothLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and shes deaf muteStep two times to the left, throw up ya fistsDirect em towards those wack mcs please as I reminisceYou might have more dollars than you have common senseThe lps stand ground like herculesLets take that fake cat, break back and make blackPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-trackI formulate rhymes to educate all those whos killingMusic be the only way to express how Im feelingYa conniving like clinton, with more nerve than, judge judyYoud be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty[madlib]But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack mcsYa comin like counterfeit (phony)But back in the days yall wasnt no killas, gambinos, or gangsta gsYall up on some other shit,(talkin bout ya shooting off clips)Yo, we waiting for the mothership,But most of yall niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split(yo, its a damn shame)You know Im kicking true to the gameYou know I am to keep it realLike my nigga kaz, Im letting off battle drillsIm your replacement (replacement)Madlib up in the basement (madlib up in the basement)[wild child]Now on that subject,(what you talkin about, cat? ) talking bout ya wackMcsWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it realNot like them fake gangsta gsI rock the mic and strike while dictating lightIm peaking, you keep weakening like kryptoniteYo, what Im tired of, absence of the high aboveNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze theyve fired upSo Im bringing back something that was never lostCuz you know we cant just forget about them peeps whos strictly consciousThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like katoWhen you swing Ill block blows, rock roll the cradleSo, ay yo, on beats Im like the tazmanian tornadoWild child live from the 5 that be 8-0!
