Lyrics:
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
'Cause you weak in the knees, like SWV
Trying to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change
and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more gains than
wanna kill us
RattPack, real all the time, we never phony
I'm single handedly running the
Game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
when nobody could ever tag me,
So happy,
Not being the last to be chosen,
Then run to the candy lady to buy us a frozen,
We were just kids,up to no good,
Face fucked need a spare face
I'm LA like Dom
No CD like Rom
I was getting paid I ain't go to prom
I ain't sign a deal signed with the mob
I'm bossed up
the boulevard
Tossing copies of my newest CD to the young kids that's me
Let's all get a bowl of fresh air
Breathe in breathe out man I don't care
Rush that stage
watch no TV none or CD-ROMS
Still we want that kid who shot that BB gun
When niggas see me, they run
Now you tell me who won
This for all my 23-and-1 that
uh-uh, no
Y'all don't look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa
Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough,
later
All the hooks all the beats all the breakdowns wrote
Might end up like a lump in the throat
Of a kid on a bridge or the end of a rope
And give
[ Kid ]
Alright, we want to thank y'all for comin down here
Listening to what we had to say
Before we go, we'd like to take a few questions
Eh -
computers and the bullshit they feeding you
Might be on ya playlist or ya blu-ray player
Might be spinning my CD like a new day prayer
Collectibles all
go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
And if you want a beef -, just call us
I'm like call us
(Y'all was gettin' fronted by us, nigga)
You ain't seen money in your life
(That's big facts)
When it come to this cheese
Y'all like three blind mice
(You
the leaves crunch
Almost as much as snow squeak
Hit that shit with bare feet road runnin'
Like I'm 2 miles late for the track meet at university
Thought we'd
quick
When I got home I searched for his CD that was just loaded with hits
Ever since then I been listening to rap like it was the only thing
Now I'm doin
all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out
time it felt like I had
Built a hundred grand has it ended? damn
It was brick by brick but was it all sand?
Dylan land, why do I feel like there's
like I've never seen before in my life
Brought me a CD from a guy selling them in Time Square
It was his first album redemption back in 2005-2006
When
to explain my actions
From my reactions to fact or fiction
My religion is no disc, kid
Can't put it on a CD-Rom
I won't read a story made before Vietnam
Lennon
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
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