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Song title: Lootpack - Answers

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[madlib]
This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks
And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit
I was uhh, three years ago,
If you didnt know that we keep it fresh like douche
If you didnt know, yall need that extra push (when yall up on the mic)
Were rushing through with raw delight
Were dropping that shit while yall niggas bite
Speaking bout ya copycats (ya copycats)
Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)
We come though spreading light
While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype
We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase
Niggas 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 mcs
Ya saying not really, thats cuz I cut ya hands off
Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate
You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at lamda lamda
Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems
I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like sly stallone
Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth
Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and shes deaf mute
Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists
Direct em towards those wack mcs please as I reminisce
You might have more dollars than you have common sense
The lps stand ground like hercules
Lets take that fake cat, break back and make black
People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track
I formulate rhymes to educate all those whos killing
Music be the only way to express how Im feeling
Ya conniving like clinton, with more nerve than, judge judy
Youd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty

[madlib]
But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack mcs
Ya comin like counterfeit (phony)
But back in the days yall wasnt no killas, gambinos, or gangsta gs
Yall 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 game
You know I am to keep it real
Like my nigga kaz, Im letting off battle drills
Im 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 wack
Mcs
We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real
Not like them fake gangsta gs
I rock the mic and strike while dictating light
Im peaking, you keep weakening like kryptonite
Yo, what Im tired of, absence of the high above
Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze theyve fired up
So Im bringing back something that was never lost
Cuz you know we cant just forget about them peeps whos strictly conscious
The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like kato
When you swing Ill block blows, rock roll the cradle
So, ay yo, on beats Im like the tazmanian tornado
Wild child live from the 5 that be 8-0!