I hang MC's with my noose, watch me get loose
 The nigga flippin more styles than Snapple got juice
 Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky
 Than a niggy pickin his afro and I left the skin not stinky
 The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle
 Kickin it with my homie like Lamont do with Rollo
 Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it
 Cause even in New York the crew be buzzin off the fluid
 So testing [one], testing [two], testing [three]
 Too much Olde E will make you pee
 As you can see I'm the Alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey
 Get with the clippers never nappy like Misty
 I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas
 Tha Alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters
 Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic
 Get with the crew that's flowin like Likwit

 Verse Two: J-Ro

 Every night I pray to god please, no more wack MC's
 I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these
 I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie
 Cause they know I'm packin more shit than Bandini
 The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins
 E-Swift does the mixin, pockets fat like Rickie Nixon
 [Ain't no party like a Alkaholik party]
 So don't be a nitwit, get with the Likwit
 [ah yeah, ah yeah] Yeah a little louder a little louder a little louder
 One two one two yeah just like that, yo
 Yo, [flowin like Likwit]
 Ahh yeah [ahh yeah ahh yeah ahh yeah] flowin like Likwit
 Owwwwww, King Tee

 Verse Three: King Tee

 Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit
 As I gets funky on a track that my nigga E-Swift did
 Rollin with the Alkaholik group, call me trooper
 Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose
 but hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short
 Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport
 Wicked when I kick it, yeah that's the ticket
 Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit

 Verse Four: J-Ro

 You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup
 So niggy won't you just shut the [hold up]
 The girls call me dookie man cause I'm the shit can't you smell son
 I gots more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson
 I can't be stopped I got hip-hop wreckin powers
 I gotta say what's up to my buddy Ricky Flowers
 We got that Likwit funk, we get drunk with the
 .... [hell motherfuckin yeah