Question  how many MC's do you know like this?
 The type who can freestyle  check it I must insist
 But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
 The LP gots to MC

 [Wild Child]
 Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate  gather round the plate
 Ya down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fake
 Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic
 To getting up my flows while I'm using my mic equipment
 LP will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift you
 Predict you need help so may The Force be with you
 Since rap is like a court dismissing you like a jury
 When it comes to West Coast underground,
 Lootpack's enlisted yearly
 Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I
 It's confirmed Jack must return like Jedi
 On the cuts is DJ Romes, rocking beats my nigga Madlib

 [Madlib]
 Come like this with an abstract jab
 Niggas mad cuz I plan to be green forever
 (Cuz whatever the cause) we'll get taken out never
 You'll end up gettin' caught up in our circle
 Hemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs up
 You can catch me with my SP or my pad and my pen
 Mixed with Hen, Heineken, Juice and Gin
 The California weed blend to get you open like stunts
 This is dedicated to them niggas that front

 Chorus:

 Question, how many MC's do you know like this?
 The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist
 But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
 The LP gots to MC

 [Madlib]
 In any city, country, state, or any center
 The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter
 Summer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicks
 Original loop beat patterns back the lyrics
 So when we start to invent, niggas know the flava
 Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented
 (Well how you feel about most niggas?)
 Most ya niggas comin out with that same old shit
 My niggas on that brain sick
 When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon
 Suckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so nigga forget it
 Ya fake MC's make me wanna laugh
 Ya niggas out for the cash but in a year y'all niggas pass

 [Wild Child]
 Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the bass and
 We'll drop universal for the whole Likwit organization
 Y'all gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestation
 We'll run up in ya station and give messages to the nation
 We're gonna start to neglect wack MC's who lack respect
 As the lost art resurrects, I'll make all y'all want to eject
 Wackness, for the simple fact Jack is
 Sending this out to all of my 805 abstract friends

 Chorus: 2x

 Question, how many MC's do you know like this?
 The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist
 But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist
 The LP gots to MC