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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 didn`t know that we keep it fresh like douche 
If you didn`t know, y`all need that extra push (when y`all up on the mic) 
We`re rushing through with raw delight 
We`re dropping that shit while y`all 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, I`ve got a question for you, 
Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC`s 
Ya saying "Not really", that`s 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 she`s deaf mute 
Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists 
Direct `em towards those wack MC`s please as I reminisce 
You might have more dollars than you have common sense 
The LP`s stand ground like Hercules 
Let`s 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 who`s killing 
Music be the only way to express how I`m feeling 
Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy 
You`d be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty 
 
[Madlib] 
But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC`s 
Ya comin` like counterfeit (phony) 
But back in the days y`all wasn`t no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G`s 
Y`all up on some other shit, 
(Talkin` bout ya shooting off clips) 
Yo, we waiting for the Mothership, 
But most of y`all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split 
(Yo, it`s a damn shame) 
You know I`m kicking true to the game 
You know I am to keep it real 
Like my nigga Kaz, I`m letting off battle drills 
I`m 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 
MC`s 
We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real 
Not like them fake gangsta G`s 
I rock the mic and strike while dictating light 
I`m peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite 
Yo, what I`m tired of, absence of the High Above 
Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they`ve fired up 
So I`m bringing back something that was never lost 
Cuz you know we can`t just forget about them peeps who`s strictly conscious 
The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato 
When you swing I`ll block blows, rock roll the cradle 
So, ay yo, on beats I`m like the Tazmanian Tornado 
Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!
 

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