Stop, listen, what's that sound
 Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down
 [Wild Child]
 Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times
 This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes
 When Loot Pack's on your set we'll take total control
 of your mind feet body and inner soul
 Multiple beats to subject to discussion
 Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in
 Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford
 to get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord
 So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it
 Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it
 and then inject it, into your system, and when your veins
 start pulsatin, showin you Loot Pack, rocks the nation
 I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort
 Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love
 I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us
 Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you)
 I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick
 But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo
 I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh
 Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh
 [Tash]
 So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows
 When they step in my direction Rico slows they rolls like
 AHH, cause my brain tells me go against the grain
 Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same
 But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names
 Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames
 and hung up on the wall right next to Picasso
 I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so
 Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin
 Hot enough to fry you into california raisins
 Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time
 I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime
 So where you rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me
 Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggaz owe me
 The one and only from the group you could feel
 cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (and that's real)
 Chorus:
 Stop, listen, what's that sound
 Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down
 (Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip this round)
 Stop... what's that sound
 Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down
 (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down)
 [Loot Pack]
 We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation
 circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop
 preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know
 that we'll knock you out with just, light ones
 Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya
 Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got
 beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major
 Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime
 Then I read off lines or freestyle rhyme
 Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip
 Never slip my hop hips a grip
 With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin
 fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin
 Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can blast a
 rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane
 Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony
 like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende
 Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei
 [J-Ro]
 Round and round I go
 This rapper's name is J-Ro
 Wack MC's don't waste your timeeeee
 (let me stick to the rhyme)
 Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape
 That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape
 You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog
 of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes
 But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y
 You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence Trent D'Arby
 You the wackest MC I ever heard
 You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the
 D-I, C-K, in-ya-mouth, all-day
 for comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say
 You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes
 at all Alkaholik bashes
 Chorus
 [Tash]
 Yeah that's right West coast this the tear down
 Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?
 Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast II coast
 Turnin them forties upside down
 Big up to King Tee and Xzibit
 Big up to the whole Likwid crew, big up to Mobb Deep
 The Def Squad, Cypress Hill, Wu-Tang, Westside Connection
 Uhh, to tear it down, I'm to' down, I might have to miss this round