Level Zero Lyrics - Singles - Lootpack

'98 keep it real son 'cuz I guess, I feel someday that 

Wild to the Child will rock at will son, keep them speakers boomin' 

Body movin', Wild Child has proven, causin' mad paranoia 

Like them kids nice and smooth and when I flip flop 

Wreck shop, we be hip hop when you see me drop 

Always in that shape you callin' tip top, coolin' effect I'm full in 

Droolin' over mad lib beats, yo, guess who's pullin' plugs on thugs? 

Who's greedy with their Wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti 

Formally known as the CDP Assassins, DJ Romes is in effect 

And yo his ass is in charge of the plastic 

Keep it real son, I guess I feel someday that 

Wild to the Child will rock at will son 

Got to keep it real son 'cuz I guess I feel someday 

That Wild to the Child rocks at will 

Watch ya front and back when MED terror attacks 

With that rhyme that's known to bring the terror dome so freeze back 

On the microphone I'm quick to get with you then I'm twisting you back 

When you enter my zone, realize where you're at 

In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware 

'Cuz over here we bring the real, it's like a style don't care 

I'll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot 

And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don't stop 

It's worldwide when I'm riding on the crews who step to 

CDP Assassins, plus the Lootpack the crew 

We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen 

If you feel I hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so I'm dissin' 

All you weak MC's that fakin' there's no justice or peace 

My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed 

That leaves niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of 

So put ya money down 'cuz lyrically I'm out to break ya 

Hey yo it's mad lib the bad kid, back from outer space 

Still on that pure order MC master race 

But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular 

Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits 

But if you can't catch it today, it's probably too late 

'Cuz we about to detonate the 388, relate the beat conductor 

Constructor, water loop to add pressure for every measure 

You'll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia 

You'll end up with a seizure 

From steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' 

The spot, towin' this lot, empty 'cuz I got 

CDP Assassins plus the Pack, perfect combination 

Free improvisation, while I leave the next healthy wack MC 

Sick as a doctor's emergency patient 

Yo I'll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villain 

Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like penicillin 

Bust the skills I kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew 

Line 'em up and watch 'em fall, I be jukin' 'cuz you all can't ball 

Relevant impossible mission, lot of y'all dissin' 

Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y'all kissin' 

My ass, you know the flavor when I step upon the scene 

Yo I'll leave your birds in rage like menstruation 

Seein' nothin' but blood when I step out the station 

Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide 

Be DVD set locate when I demonstrate up in a battle 

You end up in a suicide line, I'm beyond your mind 

You gotta recline and chill 'cuz I been past that bottom line 

Got Lootpack and the Assassins on the side 

Classic upon plastic when I break emcees down just like vlastic 

'Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes they still dumb 

Actin' like they know the half 

So verbally you gots ta jack 'em 

Oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero 

When I come through wild to that level zero