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Tha Alkaholiks - Tore Down

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Stop, listen, whats that sound

Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down



[wild child]

Hey yo, last freshfest we was rockin good times

This likwidfest I be bustin out rhymes

When loot packs on your set well take total control

Of your mind feet body and inner soul

Multiple beats to subject to discussion

Wild child sets it off after dj rome bring in my cuts in

Cant understand overnight mcs that cant afford

To get broken with the mic whether its with or without a cord

So I grab hip-hop right before wack mcs infect it

Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it

And then inject it, into your system, and when your veins

Start pulsatin, showin you loot pack, rocks the nation

Im on the court, wild child rocks the fort

Keanu reeves and sinbad givin support, that gets my love

Id appreciate it, if yall appreciate it, then rock with us

Real hip-hops not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you)

I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick

But when you see loot pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo

I must confess Im from the west about fresh

Dont try and test cause I break mcs down to they flesh



[tash]

So put your best against this, it dont matter who flows

When they step in my direction rico slows they rolls like

Ahh, cause my brain tells me go against the grain

Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same

But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names

Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames

And hung up on the wall right next to picasso

I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so

Tash comes blazin, loot pack blazin

Hot enough to fry you into california raisins

Cause my alkie style of rhymin is ahead of its time

I make words connect lovely like coronas and lime

So where you rhymes at? break em out, dont be scared, show me

Everytime I flow I feel like yall niggaz owe me

The one and only from the group you could feel

Cause its a million alkaholiks on the earth (and thats real)



Chorus:



Stop, listen, whats that sound

Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down

(uh, Im to down, uh, Im to down, uh, I might skip this round)

Stop... whats that sound

Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down

(Im to down, Im to down yall, Im to down yall, Im to down)



[loot pack]

We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation

Circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop

Preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know

That well knock you out with just, light ones

Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya

Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got

Beeps on his pager, cause my flavors like major

Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime

Then I read off lines or freestyle rhyme

Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip

Never slip my hop hips a grip

With the likwidation lyrical radiation youre facin

Fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin

Lyrics lead the pack way, so I can blast a

Rapper that aint classy, get up out this fast lane

Cause youll be feelin mass pain from being phony

Like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende

Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei



[j-ro]

Round and round I go

This rappers name is j-ro

Wack mcs dont waste your timeeeee

(let me stick to the rhyme)



Niggaz talk about scrappin when they cant scrape a grape

Thats why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape

You dont wanna battle dog, I got a catalog

Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes

But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y

You soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent darby

You the wackest mc I ever heard

You fly like a wingless bird, its absurd, you get the

D-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day

For comin outside anyway, my styles terrific many say

You lightweight like ashes, its goin down like plane crashes

At all alkaholik bashes



Chorus



[tash]

Yeah thats right west coast this the tear down

Likwid crew in the place, knowhatimsayin?

Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast

Turnin them forties upside down

Big up to king tee and xzibit

Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep

The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection

Uhh, to tear it down, Im to down, I might have to miss this round...

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