Let It Out Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction 

The remix version for all the brothers out there 

That got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

I gotta let it all out 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

I gotta, I gotta let it all out 

Anything you could do I could do fresher 

When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure 

'Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun 

I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one 

'Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him 

I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton 

It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six point six 

So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks 

For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center 

I got your hoe cookin' my dinner 

Action, lights and cameras ain't needed 

Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin' rappers heated 

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole 

My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll 

All the Liks releases, become masterpieces 

Oh Jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases 

And I can't holt it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta let it all out 

(I gotta let it all out) 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta let it all out 

(I gotta let it all out) 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta let it all out 

(I gotta let it all out) 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta, I gotta let it all out 

I get in 'em when I sin 'em, the Alkaholiks venom 

I fold your clothes with your body still in 'em 

The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott 

The only way you take my spot is with a shot 

I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand 

That they can't scrape J-Ro the man 

A nigga who stays, in the old school ways 

And just like Subways, I can make your days 

We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas 

The Likwit crew, comin' new like a fetus 

So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl 

Niggaz like me gonna rule the world 

So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown 

Express from the West so it's best that I clown 

Let it all out 

Let it all out 

Let it all out 

Let it all out 

I bust the Alize on ice on down to Beck's brew 

I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue 

'Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it 

Dancin' with toilets now you can't get busy with it 

With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' dusty in the cellar 

I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler 

So yo what you got, 'cause god damn it's hot 

It's the Alkaholiks rhymer up in your night spot 

So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme 

I'll lose you like that jewelry that that bitch can't find 

On B E T, and yo it'll take a secret psychic 

'Cause even in the future I'ma freak it when I mic it 

And I can't holt it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta let it all out 

(I gotta let it all out) 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta let it all out 

(I gotta let it all out) 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta let it all out 

(I gotta let it all out) 

They'll say I can't hold it in 

(I can't hold it in) 

I gotta, I gotta let it all out 

With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya 

Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures 

It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones 

I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones 

So tap into the cold while I torch MC's 

'Cause I be itchin' for a scratch like the Force MD's 

But yo fuck that, Tash is in the wind with the gin 

I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he can't hold it in 

I can't hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout 

We be scorin' points like Michael Irvin on the post route 

And just like Joi boy, I make your bones ache man 

Just how much punishment can a rapper take man? 

The homes be like, "Where you been?" Man I been creatin' 

We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin' 

For the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits tits and rap hits 

And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin' yaps with the Liks 

I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind 

There's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin' they can rhyme 

But their style is not buttah, it's more like Busta without the A 

You never think of nuttin' fresh to say 

The freshest DJ from the state of Ohio 

I remember when you battled, cuttin' up Survival 

Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast 

Packed up my Technics, now I'm on the West coast, now I 

Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga 

Yo before we get up out 

I wanna shout it out to my nigga Diamond D