Likwit Fusion (Alkaholiks, Defari)

'Sup with all these wack niggas, man?

Telling me about hits and shit

They don't even know the meaning of no hit

Yo, beyond regular, this LA predator

Usin' MC's like the keys on the register

These multiple combinations I bring

Me and the mic goes together

Like a finger and a diamond ring

Who laughs first, laughs least not last

And I'm that nigga who laughs last

Shittin' on a phonograph, my path

Miraculous like calculus, pass me the rock

On the court, you can't handle this

'Bout to takeover

Shake the golden state shit, what?

Uh (ooh-ooh)

Keep your forehead, one time

Likwit Crew (can y'all hear that over by the bar?)

'Bout to rhyme, one time, one time (can y'all hear that?)

(Tell 'em, jack)

If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know

If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know

If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know

About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?

Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper

The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya

I'll flip into the mode with that wino rhyme flow

I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl

'Cause people, Rico got everything you need

If y'all niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed

I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow

With the Cisco, the Hennessey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo

The vodka, the brandy, the rum and Coke and

The zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland

This beat's not redundant off the SP-1200

Tash has mastered more styles than Bernie Grundman

The beats make me tweak every time I speak, you can't take the heat

Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T

Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP

That's right, that's right

(Fusion, fusion, fusion, fusion)

Some brothers never had that inner soul capability

Their ineligibility back fired on their ability

To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to get

You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the shit

Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that

Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back

As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need ID's

Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up

When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant

All you pop heads, drop dead and focus on my flows

It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows

Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit, you spit

But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew

Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex

But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check

So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like this

(Oh-ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this

(Oh-ooh)

Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows

Go for what you know unless you got no flows

Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)

It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow

Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of

Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass

Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash

Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache

It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash

For y'all niggas is only here for cash

It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85

While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I

Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat

Rollin' on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, 'cause

Loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups

I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups

And passing them out to everybody at the show

I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro

I'll get your body movin' like a sauna

Full of piranhas, I'll make your grandmama want to hit the marijuana

While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna

Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna

Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole

Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul

I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me

It's the return of the MC

So Defari, Heru from the Likwit Crew

Tell the party people how you do what you do (yo, yo)

My Notebooks always in my brain

I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line

I still remember names and phrases

And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits

That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest

Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm a lot

That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight

Flossy A's and money A's all night

I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly

Then I'm up at tops they say teach me

And so I do teach the truth to the youth (meanwhile)

Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits

This Lootpack straight Likwit

(Fusion, fusion)