f/ Chief Groovy Loo

[Chief Groovy Loo]

The Chief Groovy Loo, never rehearsals

Swift in the mind, no need for commercial rhymes

that's stacked, black, back to back

No time for paper, so I put it on a track

MC for a while, sat back and listened

But in ninety-one, it's time to start dissin

For those opposin goals - be on your toes

Just watch the stage when it blows

Cause live and direct is the cat from rap

The Chief of the tribe who slay new jacks

I'm not the ordinary rhyme competitor

You feel the force when you step through the door

You're hit by a beam of light, unimaginable

You step to the Groove, and I'ma damage you

You can't get with the man who does work

You jump in the ring with the Groove, and get hurt

MC can't get with the microphone master

That's absurd so you know that he has to be

crazy as hell, mad because his records won't sell

Just look at his face and you can tell

the fear of death that I leave on an MC

Bustin at point blank range and he missed me

Who gives a fuck about you and your crew?

MC's ain't got nuttin on Loo



	I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin

	I tell you..



Yeah, when you first step into the place

just give me some space - Terminator, pump up the bass

Let's give this party some kick huh

While I pop shit with rhymes that'll stick

to your brain, like a piece of scotch tape

and if you're fake, you'll be starrin at your own wake

Dead as doorknob Hobbes you didn't do your job

I been peepin, but now it's time to expose your card

to the listeners, so they can bear witness

to microphone physical fitness

Yeah, the Groove is real raw

And I'll come knockin at your door

I kick in your face, because you tried to bass

I wouldn't leave a trace you get done by the ace

mechanic of the microphone

And when I swing, I'm swingin for your dome

MC's ain't got nuttin on Loo



	I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin

	I tell you, nothin..



Yeah, when I pick up a pen, huh, it's time to write again

Another record?  Yeah, go 'head and tell your friends

The gangster of rap is back, you better dress in black Jack

because the prairie ground is packed

with suckers like yourself, it's not good for your health

you know why?  Groove is top shelf

The lyrics are right, makes you unite so hold tight

cause you can't win so don't fight

the feelin of wheelin and dealin, and as you're stealin

lyrics of rapture, words just be healin

the mind, body, and soul, as I take control

Don't play the role grab ahold cause I'ma bowl

rap, after rap, and when your body adapts

my rhymes is packed, now get strapped

and ready to rock steady, cause it's a armagedde'

As I slice right through you like Freddie

Puddles of blood are left in my path

as I cruise right past, and don't even ask

who what when or why cause it's the same reply

The G-R-double-O-V-Y

He's back again, sure to win, in the end

huh, you're just another dead friend

MC's ain't got nuttin on Loo



	I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin

	I tell you, nothin..



Yeah, this one goes out to the Chosen Tribe

Terminator X, Public Enemy, Chuck D

Mr. Bell Productions, The Gypsy Man

Big Daddy Rich

And I go by the name of the Chief y'all

and we out