Lootpack - Level Zero Lyrics
[wild child]98 keep it real son cuz I guess I feel someday thatWild to the child will rock at will sonKeep them speakers boomin, body movin, wild child has provenCausin mad paranoia like them kids nice n smooth andWhen I flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hopWhen you see me drop,Always in that shape you callin tip topCoolin, effect Im full in, droolin over madlib beats,Yo, guess whos pullin plugs on thugs whos greedy,With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti,Formally known as the cdp assassinsDj romes is in effect and yo his ass is inCharge of the plasticKeep it real son, I guess I feel someday thatWild to the child will rock at will sonGot to keep it real son cuz I guess I feel someday thatWild to the child rocks at will[medaphoar]Watch ya front and back when m-e-d terror attacksWith that rhyme thats known to bring the terrordome so freeze backOn the microphone Im quick to get with you then Im twisting you backWhen you enter my zone, realize where youre atIn full combat, come prepared or ya better bewareCuz over here we bring the real, its like a style dont careIll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin over your spotAnd got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme dont stopIts worldwide when Im riding on the crews who step toCdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crewWe got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listenIf you feel I hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so Im dissinAll you weak mcs that fakin theres no justice or peaceMy rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leavesNiggas in the state of only shows us what ya made ofSo put ya money down cuz lyrically Im out to break ya[madlib]Hey yo its madlib the bad kid, back from outer spaceStill on that pure order mc master raceBut what comes after my rhyme styles irregularModules predict antecdotes for underground hitsBut if you cant catch it today...Its probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressureFor every measure, youll need my anesthesia from catchin amnesiaYoull end up with a seizure,>from steppin not knowing the crate diggas is blowinThe spot, towin this lot, empty cuz I gotCdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combinationFree improvisation, while I leave the next healthy wack mcSick as a doctors emergency patient[oh no]Yo Ill be chillin, realize oh be straight known to be that villianYa that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilinBust the skills I kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crewLine em up and watch em fall, I be jukin cuz you all cant ballRelavent impossible mission, lot of yall dissinElements unstoppable dishin, lot of yall kissinMy ass, you know the flavor when I step upon the sceneYo Ill leave your birds in rage like menstruationSeein nothin but blood when I step out the stationGot your vocal fluctuating worldwideBe dvd set locate when I demonstrate up in a battleYou end up in a suicide line, Im beyond your mindYou gotta recline and chill cuz I been past that bottom lineGot lootpack and the assassins on the sideClassic upon plastic when I break emcees down just like vlasticCuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumbActin like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack em(whats your name? ), oh no, my niggas know the rebel heroWhen I come through wild to that level zero...
