Tore Down

Stop, listen, what's 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 Pack's on your set we'll 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

Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford

to get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord

So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC's 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

I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort

Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love

I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us

Real hip-hop's 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 I'm from the West about Fresh

Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh

[Tash]

So put your best against this, it don't 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 it's time

I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime

So where you rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me

Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggaz owe me

The one and only from the group you could feel

cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (and that's real)

Chorus:

Stop, listen, what's that sound

Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down

(Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip this round)

Stop... what's that sound

Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down

(I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm 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 we'll 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 flavor's 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 you're facin

fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin

Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can blast a

rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane

Cause you'll 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 rapper's name is J-Ro

Wack MC's don't waste your timeeeee

(let me stick to the rhyme)

Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape

That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape

You don't 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 D'Arby

You the wackest MC I ever heard

You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the

D-I, C-K, in-ya-mouth, all-day

for comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say

You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes

at all Alkaholik bashes

Chorus

[Tash]

Yeah that's right West coast this the tear down

Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?

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, I'm to' down, I might have to miss this round