Lootpack - Questions Lyrics
Chorus:Question, how many mcs do you know like this?The type who can freestyle, check it I must insistBut before I stop my mic check and ***** back my fistThe lp gots to mc[wild child]Lets collaborate with the sounds of fate, gather round the plateYa down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fakeDrop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmeticTo getting up my flows while Im using my mic equipmentLp will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift youPredict you need help so may the force be with youSince rap is like a court dismissing you like a juryWhen it comes to west coast underground,Lootpacks enlisted yearlyYa best be concerned if you heard that I said iIts confirmed jack must return like jediOn the cuts is dj romes, rocking beats my nigga madlib[madlib]Come like this with an abstract jabNiggas mad cuz I plan to be green forever(cuz whatever the cause) well get taken out neverYoull end up gettin caught up in our circleHemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs upYou can catch me with my sp or my pad and my penMixed with hen, heineken, juice and ginThe california weed blend to get you open like stuntsThis is dedicated to them niggas that frontChorus:Question, how many mcs do you know like this?The type who can freestyle, check it I must insistBut before I stop my mic check and ***** back my fistThe lp gots to mc[madlib]In any city, country, state, or any centerThe instrumental inventor be all up in the winterSummer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicksOriginal loop beat patterns back the lyricsSo when we start to invent, niggas know the flavaHit 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 shitMy niggas on that brain sickWhen it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedonSuckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so nigga forget itYa fake mcs make me wanna laughYa niggas out for the cash but in a year yall niggas pass[wild child]Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the bass andWell drop universal for the whole likwit organizationYall gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestationWell run up in ya station and give messages to the nationWere gonna start to neglect wack mcs who lack respectAs the lost art resurrects, Ill make all yall want to ejectWackness, for the simple fact jack isSending this out to all of my 805 abstract friendsChorus: 2xQuestion, how many mcs do you know like this?The type who can freestyle, check it I must insistBut before I stop my mic check and ***** back my fistThe lp gots to mc
