When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference
 We'll come and break down your whole circumference
 Entering your atmosphere  B boy style thus we're
 The dopest MC's on earth

 [Wild Child]
 As dopest MC's can you please exclude these
 Wack artificially contaminated series of MC's
 Cuz I feel these times aren't even close to being close to being close
 >From them rhymes Lootpack drop out from the West Coast
 Yo, I hate it when MC's be like I'm come in this way or this way
 LP comes at you unexpected like that movie Independence Day
 All of a sudden we kick back in a B-boy stance and then say
 Wild Child, rhyme constructor, Madlib beat conductor Sen-sei

 [Madlib]
 While I intercept this mic and get in play
 Some might say we shine like ten rays
 You know we're gonna hit you with the speaker smashin'
 While I'm stashin' cushion all up in my fashion
 So fasten your seatbelt before you melt
 >From the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash (Help)
 Nigga, that's what you'll be yelling while your dome's swelling
 While my crew be like propelling, I'm telling y'all

 (Chorus)

 [Madlib]
 We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like Red Vines
 But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes
 The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes
 I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times
 I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones
 If I got a crate of loops, nigga I'll freak one
 It's like whatever, yo, nigga I'll leak one
 Rhyme like I'm chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome

 [Wild Child]
 So you're a gangsta cool, but on the mic what's the difference?
 Off the top can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance?
 I didn't think so, you're just like all them floppy sloppy
 Who like to kick back and copy like you was Kinko's
 Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps
 It covers up the fact that your rap's wack
 So I chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya
 Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill

 (Chorus