Lootpack - Verbal Experiments Lyrics
Intro: madlibHah hahahah...From the dungeons of darknessComes gods gift to hip hopRepresentin with the lp[gods gift]Well hit em hard and fast in a straight lineConcentrating all firepower to their blindside at sunriseOperation sunray, uv radiationFirst breach their outer barriers then continue penetrationTo their central point, crushin their nucleusRushing their central brain commandPlanting a virus that expandsThrough your whole nervous system shutting down all communicationsTo your ya bodily functions handicapping your defensesSwiftly attacking your unit, neutralizing mcsBy ripping em apart before they even know what hit emStyle blitz[wild child]Jack gets pissed off, wack mcs step up and get lostThe rhythmic boss, jack spits rhymes through my teeth like flossI bust with motivation to uplift mcs withHigh above controlling stratus clouds, my man gods giftCome down, assist us, wack mcs must be remindedGet a lootpack tape, rewind it, for those closed mindedTo the abstract we kick, we rock all placesI found out mcs arent human cuz they got two facesThey be chillin, willin, always time killinWack rumor spillin while jack be still in chargeAsking me if I smoke chronic, niggas its ironicIm wild child, 80% human, 20% bionicMy main occupation is to step up and rock the nationFocus up upon my jam and blow up just like inflationSo if you aint down, dont front, worry about your healthWorry about your wack crew and ya wack ass self[madlib]Hey yo, here comes the master don, here to renovateMy style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plateBut pass up the swine like money ya rhyme limeMadlib done told ya time and time againFind the mental maze, faster ya plaster your instrumentalWith lyrical disaster till you scream out whos the master?I flip it up rip it up to raw addict,Crate diggin for the static when I mad beat shopImpulse down to prestige and black jazz21st century enja got madRecord labels of the old, ill loop and take em outI keep it secret when a nigga tries to peep shitMy beat hit like a roy jones jr. skitYour girl starin so now you wanna flipI rip it down to the loot while ya yell peaceWhile I pull out my piece, yell peace but now leave ya in piecesBut at least you escaped this beastSmokin on a cushin leaf while ya try to bring grief[gods gift]Now somethings shaking in the palace, cant you feel the santa anaSwitching currents and building velocity, it gots to beGods gift and lootpack, mentally superior master race of lyricistsConductiong verbal experimentsWith open and imaginitive creativityFathering styles from infancy to be lyricallyComplete, grown and fully developed adultsTrained in mastering total blitz coastal, total assaultsAlso we launch all out war when we tour your areaFirst destroying your local underground spotsRocked your major clubs and plugged into your theatresAdvancing as hip hops vocabulary leadersHostile take-overs is our main focusAs the deadliest of cdp special attack forcesBasically, mcs lack division is appallingThird rate styles with the nerve to say theyre vocalistsOut of focus, often its the people they run withCoupled with their own wackness, theyre futureless!And keep feedin you, and feedin you... - method man by wu-tang clan*scratches and various talk to end*
