I'm down to battle any nigga that steps inside my zone
 That's word to my own  you'll get your head flown
 We could do this lyrical or I could bust a beat miracle
 To your eardrum  I make your dome numb
 Mysterical loops  not in numerical order
 You ought to act up  so I can eat ya like some piranhas
 Yo I'll greet ya  just defeat ya
 Delete ya off this West area  word to Wild Child  we'll mosh it up
 Cuz you're all washed up, star struck, ready to catch a bizzare buck
 But yo the raw addict, y'all, I'll make your crew take a fall
 I see you all until after the brawl because

 Chorus: 4x

 "...I'm on a roll and ready for combat"
 As we freak the physic (and/we break MC's on contact)

 [Wild Child]
 Roll with the soul man, slow flow instigator
 Motivator of the greatest MC's with the hardcore data
 From the inner soul, Wild to the Child end ya flow
 Bros don't even know I'm like the baby brand,
 I'll kick that Evenflow
 Even though Madlib the bad kid crack ribs
 Lootpack's definition of abstract is
 To take the mic in ya one hand, motivation in the other
 Flip a freestyle flow and stop biting wack rhymes from another
 1998, Lootpack drops the ill type
 I'll bet in 2000 wack brothers, yo, they'll still write
 That wack ish, the fact is
 Big up to the evangilistic baptist
 Church from Oxnard, it's the first
 Time that I represent, lyrically non-hesitant
 To grab a conscious style of rap and straight up represent
 Like this, I don't stop or quit
 Lootpack got props to get, soon as we drop the hit
 Yes yes yes yes

 Chorus: 4x

 "...I'm on a roll and ready for combat"
 As we freak the physic (and/we break MC's on contact