[{"id":9469548,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring tha alkaholiks defari\n\ntash\n\nIf mc's don't know if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know if ya girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the likwit crew how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider the slipper the malt liquor sipper\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\nI'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\nI know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\nCuz people, rico got everything you need\nIf ya niggas got the chickens, i got the bird seed\nI'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the cisco, the hennesey, and silver duck, sapporo\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* coke and\nThe zig zags in vegas for that chronic straight from oakland\nThis beat's not redundant off the sp1200,\nTash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* bernie grundman\nThe beats make me tweak everytime i speak, you can't take the heat,\nY'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the l-i-k, the w-i-t\nY'all niggas better go and rush that lootpack lp\n\n*scratchin' \"likwit fusion\"*\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility back fired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\nGet\nYou was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\nLike a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\nJack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\nAs i get underground like cia's, i be's dope, ic's like cops always need\nId's\nWild child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, i'll make ya head swell up\nWhen helen keller, tell 'em a story, wild child style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when wild child be freakin' at the shows\nNow uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\nBut you still get mad confused, messing with the likwit crew\nFemale virgins out there, big up, props, i like sex\nBut i spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\nSo let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\nThis\n(oh-ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n(oh-ooh)\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flows\nCan the likwit crew mc's be defeated? (hell no)\nIt's the liks and the pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, i was a b-boy before i got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore i ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore i even met my niggas e-swift and tash\nBefore i ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the likwit crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady i\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight j-ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, i'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile i'm on the next level, hittin' like i wanna\nComin' like i'm roland hannna, gettin' iller than madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo defari heru from the likwit crew\nTell the party people how you do (yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why i'm likwit crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the lootpack rock the palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy a's and money a's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen i'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so i do teach the truth to the youth (meanwhile)\n\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis lootpack *shit* straight likwit... fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring tha alkaholiks defari\n\n  tash\n\n  If mc's don't know if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know if ya girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the likwit crew how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider the slipper the malt liquor sipper\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n  I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  Cuz people, rico got everything you need\n  If ya niggas got the chickens, i got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the cisco, the hennesey, and silver duck, sapporo\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* coke and\n  The zig zags in vegas for that chronic straight from oakland\n  This beat's not redundant off the sp1200,\n  Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* bernie grundman\n  The beats make me tweak everytime i speak, you can't take the heat,\n  Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the l-i-k, the w-i-t\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that lootpack lp\n\n  *scratchin' \"likwit fusion\"*\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n  Get\n  You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n  Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n  Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n  As i get underground like cia's, i be's dope, ic's like cops always need\n  Id's\n  Wild child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, i'll make ya head swell up\n  When helen keller, tell 'em a story, wild child style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when wild child be freakin' at the shows\n  Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n  But you still get mad confused, messing with the likwit crew\n  Female virgins out there, big up, props, i like sex\n  But i spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n  So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n  This\n  (oh-ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n  (oh-ooh)\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n  Can the likwit crew mc's be defeated? (hell no)\n  It's the liks and the pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, i was a b-boy before i got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before i ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before i even met my niggas e-swift and tash\n  Before i ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the likwit crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady i\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight j-ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, i'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While i'm on the next level, hittin' like i wanna\n  Comin' like i'm roland hannna, gettin' iller than madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So defari heru from the likwit crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why i'm likwit crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the lootpack rock the palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy a's and money a's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then i'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so i do teach the truth to the youth (meanwhile)\n\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This lootpack *shit* straight likwit... fusion\n"},{"id":34821425,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Farrah Haru in the house\n  What's up with all these wack niggas man\n  Telling me about hits and shit\n  They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n  You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n  Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n  Using MC's like the keys on the register\n  Means multiple combinations I bring\n  Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n  Who laughs first laughs least not last\n  And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n  My path, miraculous like calculus\n  Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n  What, Lootpack coming through\n  'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n  Keep your forehead\n  One at a time\n  Liquid Crew\n  Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n  Can y'all hear that?\n  Now tell 'em Jack\n\n  If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n  I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n  If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n  The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n  'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n  Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n  The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n  You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n  The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  Liquid\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n  Where pigs and props to get\n  You was the only one with the mic in\n  Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n  Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n  Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n  As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n  Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n  Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n  Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n  Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n  Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n  You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n  Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n  Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n  But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n  So let's just break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n  Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n  It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n  Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n  Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n  It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n  Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n  Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n  I get your body moving like a sauna\n  Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n  Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n  Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n  I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the MC\n  So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n  My notebook's always in my brain\n  I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Bossiers and Marniers all night\n  I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n  This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":34821424,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Farrah Haru in the house\n  What's up with all these wack niggas man\n  Telling me about hits and shit\n  They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n  You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n  Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n  Using MC's like the keys on the register\n  Means multiple combinations I bring\n  Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n  Who laughs first laughs least not last\n  And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n  My path, miraculous like calculus\n  Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n  What, Lootpack coming through\n  'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n  Keep your forehead\n  One at a time\n  Liquid Crew\n  Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n  Can y'all hear that?\n  Now tell 'em Jack\n\n  If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n  I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n  If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n  The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n  'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n  Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n  The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n  You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n  The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  Liquid\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n  Where pigs and props to get\n  You was the only one with the mic in\n  Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n  Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n  Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n  As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n  Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n  Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n  Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n  Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n  Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n  You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n  Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n  Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n  But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n  So let's just break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n  Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n  It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n  Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n  Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n  It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n  Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n  Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n  I get your body moving like a sauna\n  Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n  Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n  Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n  I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the MC\n  So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n  My notebook's always in my brain\n  I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Bossiers and Marniers all night\n  I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n  This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":34821430,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Farrah Haru in the house\n  What's up with all these wack niggas man\n  Telling me about hits and shit\n  They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n  You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n  Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n  Using MC's like the keys on the register\n  Means multiple combinations I bring\n  Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n  Who laughs first laughs least not last\n  And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n  My path, miraculous like calculus\n  Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n  What, Lootpack coming through\n  'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n  Keep your forehead\n  One at a time\n  Liquid Crew\n  Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n  Can y'all hear that?\n  Now tell 'em Jack\n\n  If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n  I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n  If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n  The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n  'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n  Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n  The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n  You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n  The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  Liquid\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n  Where pigs and props to get\n  You was the only one with the mic in\n  Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n  Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n  Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n  As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n  Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n  Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n  Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n  Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n  Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n  You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n  Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n  Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n  But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n  So let's just break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n  Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n  It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n  Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n  Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n  It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n  Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n  Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n  I get your body moving like a sauna\n  Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n  Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n  Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n  I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the MC\n  So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n  My notebook's always in my brain\n  I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Bossiers and Marniers all night\n  I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n  This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":34821431,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.90] The Farrah Haru in the house\n[00:06.91] What's up with all these wack niggas man\n[00:10.62] Telling me about hits and shit\n[00:12.83] They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n[00:16.99] You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n[00:19.48] Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n[00:22.47] Using MC's like the keys on the register\n[00:25.25] Means multiple combinations I bring\n[00:27.20] Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n[00:30.53] Who laughs first laughs least not last\n[00:32.64] And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n[00:35.67] My path, miraculous like calculus\n[00:38.50] Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n[00:41.68] What, Lootpack coming through\n[00:45.00] 'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n[00:51.62] \n[00:56.69] Keep your forehead\n[00:58.06] One at a time\n[00:59.24] Liquid Crew\n[01:00.59] Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n[01:02.59] Can y'all hear that?\n[01:03.33] Now tell 'em Jack\n[01:04.60] If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n[01:07.37] If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n[01:10.09] If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n[01:12.57] About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n[01:14.99] Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n[01:18.04] The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n[01:20.60] I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n[01:23.41] I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n[01:25.99] 'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n[01:28.31] If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n[01:31.22] I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n[01:33.60] With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n[01:36.43] The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n[01:39.15] The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n[01:41.70] 'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n[01:44.12] Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n[01:47.12] The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n[01:49.35] You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n[01:52.32] The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n[01:54.46] Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n[01:57.40] Liquid\n[02:01.59] Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n[02:04.45] Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n[02:06.88] To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n[02:09.50] Where pigs and props to get\n[02:10.66] You was the only one with the mic in\n[02:11.84] Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n[02:13.34] Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n[02:16.34] Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n[02:19.04] As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n[02:21.58] Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n[02:24.04] Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n[02:25.61] Yeah I make your head swell up when\n[02:26.77] Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n[02:29.22] All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n[02:31.52] It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n[02:34.24] Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n[02:36.36] You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n[02:38.68] Messing with the Liquid Crew\n[02:39.99] Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n[02:42.28] But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n[02:44.72] So let's just break it (break it)\n[02:46.42] Break it (break it)\n[02:47.88] Break it down like this\n[02:50.48] Break it (break it)\n[02:51.70] Break it (break it)\n[02:53.10] Break it down like this\n[02:55.66] Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n[02:58.43] Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n[03:00.76] Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? 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it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Farrah Haru in the house\n  What's up with all these wack niggas man\n  Telling me about hits and shit\n  They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n  You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n  Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n  Using MC's like the keys on the register\n  Means multiple combinations I bring\n  Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n  Who laughs first laughs least not last\n  And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n  My path, miraculous like calculus\n  Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n  What, Lootpack coming through\n  'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n  Keep your forehead\n  One at a time\n  Liquid Crew\n  Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n  Can y'all hear that?\n  Now tell 'em Jack\n\n  If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n  I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n  If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n  The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n  'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n  Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n  The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n  You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n  The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  Liquid\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n  Where pigs and props to get\n  You was the only one with the mic in\n  Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n  Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n  Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n  As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n  Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n  Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n  Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n  Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n  Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n  You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n  Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n  Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n  But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n  So let's just break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n  Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n  It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n  Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n  Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n  It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n  Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n  Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n  I get your body moving like a sauna\n  Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n  Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n  Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n  I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the MC\n  So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n  My notebook's always in my brain\n  I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Bossiers and Marniers all night\n  I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n  This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":34821440,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Farrah Haru in the house\n  What's up with all these wack niggas man\n  Telling me about hits and shit\n  They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n  You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n  Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n  Using MC's like the keys on the register\n  Means multiple combinations I bring\n  Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n  Who laughs first laughs least not last\n  And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n  My path, miraculous like calculus\n  Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n  What, Lootpack coming through\n  'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n  Keep your forehead\n  One at a time\n  Liquid Crew\n  Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n  Can y'all hear that?\n  Now tell 'em Jack\n\n  If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n  I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n  If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n  The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n  'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n  Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n  The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n  You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n  The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  Liquid\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n  Where pigs and props to get\n  You was the only one with the mic in\n  Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n  Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n  Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n  As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n  Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n  Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n  Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n  Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n  Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n  You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n  Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n  Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n  But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n  So let's just break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n  Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n  It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n  Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n  Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n  It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n  Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n  Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n  I get your body moving like a sauna\n  Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n  Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n  Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n  I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the MC\n  So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n  My notebook's always in my brain\n  I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Bossiers and Marniers all night\n  I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n  This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":34821428,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack, Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.90] The Farrah Haru in the house\n[00:06.91] What's up with all these wack niggas man\n[00:10.62] Telling me about hits and shit\n[00:12.83] They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n[00:16.99] You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n[00:19.48] Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n[00:22.47] Using MC's like the keys on the register\n[00:25.25] Means multiple combinations I bring\n[00:27.20] Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n[00:30.53] Who laughs first laughs least not last\n[00:32.64] And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n[00:35.67] My path, miraculous like calculus\n[00:38.50] Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n[00:41.68] What, Lootpack coming through\n[00:45.00] 'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n[00:51.62] \n[00:56.69] Keep your forehead\n[00:58.06] One at a time\n[00:59.24] Liquid Crew\n[01:00.59] Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n[01:02.59] Can y'all hear that?\n[01:03.33] Now tell 'em Jack\n[01:04.60] If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n[01:07.37] If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n[01:10.09] If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n[01:12.57] About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n[01:14.99] Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n[01:18.04] The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n[01:20.60] I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n[01:23.41] I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n[01:25.99] 'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n[01:28.31] If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n[01:31.22] I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n[01:33.60] With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n[01:36.43] The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n[01:39.15] The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n[01:41.70] 'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n[01:44.12] Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n[01:47.12] The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n[01:49.35] You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n[01:52.32] The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n[01:54.46] Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n[01:57.40] Liquid\n[02:01.59] Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n[02:04.45] Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n[02:06.88] To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n[02:09.50] Where pigs and props to get\n[02:10.66] You was the only one with the mic in\n[02:11.84] Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n[02:13.34] Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n[02:16.34] Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n[02:19.04] As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n[02:21.58] Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n[02:24.04] Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n[02:25.61] Yeah I make your head swell up when\n[02:26.77] Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n[02:29.22] All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n[02:31.52] It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n[02:34.24] Now I speak it for 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(Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion\n"},{"id":34373276,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack feat. Alkaholiks, Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Farrah Haru in the house\nWhat's up with all these wack niggas man\nTelling me about hits and shit\nThey don't even know the meaning of no hit\nYou know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\nYo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\nUsing MC's like the keys on the register\nMeans multiple combinations I bring\nMe and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\nWho laughs first laughs least not last\nAnd I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\nMy path, miraculous like calculus\nPass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\nWhat, Lootpack coming through\n'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\nKeep your forehead\nOne at a time\nLiquid Crew\nCan y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\nCan y'all hear that?\nNow tell 'em Jack\n\nIf MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\nI'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\nI know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\nIf y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\nThe zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\nTash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\nThe beats make me tweak every time I speak\nYou can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\nThe L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\nLiquid\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility backfired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\nWhere pigs and props to get\nYou was the only one with the mic in\nYour hand claiming you rock this shit\nLike a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\nJack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\nAs I get underground like CIA's, IB's\nDope, I sees like cops always need ID's\nWildchild come and kick a freestyle\nYeah I make your head swell up when\n\nHella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\nNow I speak it for my bros when we spit\nYou shit and you still get mad fucking confused\nMessing with the Liquid Crew\n\nFemale versions out there get gut props I like sex\nBut I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\nSo let's just break it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it (break it)\nBreak it down like this\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flow\nCan the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\nIt's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\nBefore I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\nLike a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\nIt's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\nRolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\nLooting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing 'em out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\nI get your body moving like a sauna\nFull of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\nComing like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\nGrab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\nI'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the MC\nSo Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\nTell the party people how you do what you do\n\nMy notebook's always in my brain\nI mean even if live my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\nDefari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nBossiers and Marniers all night\nI'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth\nBack at the lab, brand new singles or hits\nThis Lootpack shit is straight Liquid","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack feat. Alkaholiks, Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Farrah Haru in the house\n  What's up with all these wack niggas man\n  Telling me about hits and shit\n  They don't even know the meaning of no hit\n  You know, breaking hits, bust it like this\n\n  Yo, beyond regular this L.A. predator\n  Using MC's like the keys on the register\n  Means multiple combinations I bring\n  Me and the mic go together like a finger and a diamond ring\n  Who laughs first laughs least not last\n  And I'm that nigga who laughs last, shitting on the phonograph\n  My path, miraculous like calculus\n  Pass me the rock on the court, you can't handle this\n  What, Lootpack coming through\n  'Bout to take over, shake the Golden State shit, what\n\n  Keep your forehead\n  One at a time\n  Liquid Crew\n  Can y'all hear that all the way by the bar, Eastfin?\n  Can y'all hear that?\n  Now tell 'em Jack\n\n  If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, if y'all girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Liquid Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for his turn to rip ya\n  I'm flipping to the mo' with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know y'all niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  'Cause Peepo, Rico, got everything you need\n  If y'all niggas got the chickens I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make you bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennessy and Silver Duck Sapporo\n\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking coke and\n  The zig-zags and Vegas funny chronic straight from Oakland\n  'Cause peace not redundant off the SB 1200\n  Tash is master more styles than motherfucking Bernie Grumman\n\n  The beats make me tweak every time I speak\n  You can't take the heat, y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek\n\n  The L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  Liquid\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility backfired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility\n\n  Where pigs and props to get\n  You was the only one with the mic in\n  Your hand claiming you rock this shit\n  Like a lunar eclipse soon as it clips to your mic state that\n  Jack rhyme great black, like strikes umpire takes bat\n  As I get underground like CIA's, IB's\n  Dope, I sees like cops always need ID's\n  Wildchild come and kick a freestyle\n  Yeah I make your head swell up when\n\n  Hella Keller tell 'em a story Wildchild style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wildchild be freaking at the shows\n  Now I speak it for my bros when we spit\n  You shit and you still get mad fucking confused\n  Messing with the Liquid Crew\n\n  Female versions out there get gut props I like sex\n  But I spread endurance and influence and insurance upon my mic checks\n  So let's just break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it (break it)\n  Break it down like this\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flow\n  Can the Liquid Crew MC's be defeated? Hell no\n  It's the Lix and the Pack and we ready to blow\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of ass\n  Before I ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas Eastwick and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the L Loop nigga, nigga leave a lyric lashed\n  Like a whiplash for y'all niggas that's only here for cash\n  It's the Liquid Crew, we keep it popping like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady, I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacks, dolo fact\n  Rolling on this track while my nigga Ro got my back\n\n  Looting what's moving, Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pouring rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing 'em out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks just the straight J-ro\n  I get your body moving like a sauna\n  Full of piranhas to make your grandmama wanna hit the marijuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level hitting like I wanna\n  Coming like I'm rolling hana, getting iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid all up in your ear hole\n  Grab off the gold and I transmit the soul\n\n  I'mma let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the MC\n  So Defari Haru from the Liquid Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do what you do\n\n  My notebook's always in my brain\n  I mean even if live my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Liquid Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari bust back with the Lootpack, rock the palm a lot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Bossiers and Marniers all night\n  I'm low-keyzy on the rhyme beat weekly\n\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles or hits\n  This Lootpack shit is straight Liquid\n"},{"id":19662389,"name":"likwit_fusion(ft._alkaholiks_&","trackName":"likwit_fusion(ft._alkaholiks_&","artistName":"lootpack","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote!","duration":286.798367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring tha alkaholiks defari\n\ntash\n\nIf mc's don't know if y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know if ya girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know if y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the likwit crew how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider the slipper the malt liquor sipper\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\nI'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\nI know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\nCuz people, rico got everything you need\nIf ya niggas got the chickens, i got the bird seed\nI'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the cisco, the hennesey, and silver duck, sapporo\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* coke and\nThe zig zags in vegas for that chronic straight from oakland\nThis beat's not redundant off the sp1200,\nTash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* bernie grundman\nThe beats make me tweak everytime i speak, you can't take the heat,\nY'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the l-i-k, the w-i-t\nY'all niggas better go and rush that lootpack lp\n\n*scratchin' \"likwit fusion\"*\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility back fired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\nGet\nYou was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\nLike a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\nJack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\nAs i get underground like cia's, i be's dope, ic's like cops always need\nId's\nWild child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, i'll make ya head swell up\nWhen helen keller, tell 'em a story, wild child style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when wild child be freakin' at the shows\nNow uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\nBut you still get mad confused, messing with the likwit crew\nFemale virgins out there, big up, props, i like sex\nBut i spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\nSo let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\nThis\n(oh-ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n(oh-ooh)\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flows\nCan the likwit crew mc's be defeated? (hell no)\nIt's the liks and the pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, i was a b-boy before i got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore i ever put the rum and coke in the glass\nBefore i even met my niggas e-swift and tash\nBefore i ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the likwit crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady i\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight j-ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, i'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile i'm on the next level, hittin' like i wanna\nComin' like i'm roland hannna, gettin' iller than madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo defari heru from the likwit crew\nTell the party people how you do (yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why i'm likwit crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the lootpack rock the palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy a's and money a's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen i'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so i do teach the truth to the youth (meanwhile)\n\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis lootpack *shit* straight likwit... fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: likwit_fusion(ft._alkaholiks_&\n  artist: lootpack\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote!'\n  duration_ms: 286798\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring tha alkaholiks defari\n\n  tash\n\n  If mc's don't know if y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know if ya girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know if y'all sisters don't know\n  About the likwit crew how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider the slipper the malt liquor sipper\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n  I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  Cuz people, rico got everything you need\n  If ya niggas got the chickens, i got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the cisco, the hennesey, and silver duck, sapporo\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* coke and\n  The zig zags in vegas for that chronic straight from oakland\n  This beat's not redundant off the sp1200,\n  Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* bernie grundman\n  The beats make me tweak everytime i speak, you can't take the heat,\n  Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the l-i-k, the w-i-t\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that lootpack lp\n\n  *scratchin' \"likwit fusion\"*\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n  Get\n  You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n  Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n  Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n  As i get underground like cia's, i be's dope, ic's like cops always need\n  Id's\n  Wild child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, i'll make ya head swell up\n  When helen keller, tell 'em a story, wild child style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when wild child be freakin' at the shows\n  Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n  But you still get mad confused, messing with the likwit crew\n  Female virgins out there, big up, props, i like sex\n  But i spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n  So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n  This\n  (oh-ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n  (oh-ooh)\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n  Can the likwit crew mc's be defeated? (hell no)\n  It's the liks and the pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, i was a b-boy before i got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before i ever put the rum and coke in the glass\n  Before i even met my niggas e-swift and tash\n  Before i ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the likwit crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady i\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight j-ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, i'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While i'm on the next level, hittin' like i wanna\n  Comin' like i'm roland hannna, gettin' iller than madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So defari heru from the likwit crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why i'm likwit crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the lootpack rock the palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy a's and money a's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then i'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so i do teach the truth to the youth (meanwhile)\n\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This lootpack *shit* straight likwit... fusion\n"},{"id":5530562,"name":"Likwit Fusion","trackName":"Likwit Fusion","artistName":"Lootpack feat. Tha Alkaholiks & Defari","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\nI'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\nI know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\nCuz people, Rico got everything you need\nIf ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\nThe zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\nThis beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\nTash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\nThe beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\nY'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n*Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility back fired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\nGet\nYou was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\nLike a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\nJack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\nAs I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\nID's\nWild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\nWhen Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\nNow uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\nBut you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\nFemale virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\nBut I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\nSo let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\nThis\n(Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n(Oh-Ooh)\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flows\nCan the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion\n  artist: Lootpack feat. Tha Alkaholiks & Defari\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n  I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  Cuz people, Rico got everything you need\n  If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\n  The zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\n  This beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\n  Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\n  The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\n  Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  *Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n  Get\n  You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n  Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n  Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n  As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\n  ID's\n  Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\n  When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\n  Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n  But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\n  Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\n  But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n  So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n  This\n  (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n  (Oh-Ooh)\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n  Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion (Feat. 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(Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion (feat the Alkaholiks & Defari)\n  artist: Lootpack\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote!'\n  duration_ms: 288844\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n  I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  Cuz people, Rico got everything you need\n  If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\n  the zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\n  This beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\n  Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\n  The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\n  Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  *Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n  get\n  You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n  Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n  Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n  As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\n  ID's\n  Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\n  When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\n  Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n  But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\n  Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\n  But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n  So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n  this\n  (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n  (Oh-Ooh)\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n  Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... 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(Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion\n"},{"id":28931553,"name":"Likwit Fusion (feat the Alkaholiks & Defari)","trackName":"Likwit Fusion (feat the Alkaholiks & Defari)","artistName":"Lootpack","albumName":"Guest Appearances","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\nIf my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\nIf y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\nAbout the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\nWell it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\nThe nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\nI'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\nI know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\nCuz people, Rico got everything you need\nIf ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\nI'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\nWith the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\nThe vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\nthe zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\nThis beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\nTash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\nThe beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\nY'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\nY'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n*Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\nSome brothers never had that inner soul capability\nTheir ineligibility back fired on their ability\nTo step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\nget\nYou was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\nLike a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\nJack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\nAs I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\nID's\nWild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\nWhen Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\nAll you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\nIt's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\nNow uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\nBut you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\nFemale virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\nBut I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\nSo let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\nthis\n(Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n(Oh-Ooh)\n\nBrothers with skills, no bills, no shows\nGo for what you know unless you got no flows\nCan the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\nIt's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\nYo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\nBefore I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\nBefore I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\nBefore I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\nIt's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\nFor y'all niggas is only here for cash\nIt's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\nWhile in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\nKeep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\nRollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\nIf loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\nI be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\nAnd passing them out to everybody at the show\nI'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\nI'll get your body movin' like a sauna\nFull of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\nWhile I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\nComin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\nMadlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\nGrab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\nI'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\nIt's the return of the emcee\nSo Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\nTell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\nYo... my Notebooks always in my brain\nI mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\nI still remember names and phrases\nAnd endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\nThat's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\nDefari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\nThat's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\nFlossy A's and money A's all night\nI'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\nThen I'm up at tops they say teach me\nAnd so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\nBack at the lab, brand new singles are hits\nThis Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Likwit Fusion (feat the Alkaholiks & Defari)\n  artist: Lootpack\n  album: Guest Appearances\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If MC's don't know, If y'all niggas don't know\n  If my niggas don't know, If ya girlies don't know\n  If y'all brothers don't know, If y'all sisters don't know\n  About the Likwit Crew, how will you know?\n\n  Well it's the slider, the slipper, the malt liquor sipper\n  The nigga in the corner waiting for this turn to rip ya\n  I'll flip it to the mode with that wino rhyme flow\n  I know ya niggas be bouncing to my vinyl\n  Cuz people, Rico got everything you need\n  If ya niggas got the chickens, I got the bird seed\n  I'm here to make ya bleed with the lyrics of tomorrow\n  With the Cisco, the Hennesey, and Silver Duck, Sapporo\n  The vodka, the brandy, the rum and *fucking* Coke and\n  the zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland\n  This beat's not redundant off the SP1200,\n  Tash has mastered more styles than *motherfucking* Bernie Grundman\n  The beats make me tweak everytime I speak, you can't take the heat,\n  Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L-I-K, the W-I-T\n  Y'all niggas better go and rush that Lootpack LP\n\n  *Scratchin' \"Likwit Fusion\"*\n\n  Some brothers never had that inner soul capability\n  Their ineligibility back fired on their ability\n  To step inside of an unknown underground facility with papes and props to\n  get\n  You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the *shit*\n  Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that\n  Jack rhymes great, black, like strikes umpire takes back\n  As I get underground like CIA's, I be's dope, IC's like cops always need\n  ID's\n  Wild Child, come and kick a freestyle, yeah, I'll make ya head swell up\n  When Helen Keller, tell 'em a story, Wild Child style's relevant\n  All you pop heads drop dead and focus on my flows\n  It's a matter of speaking when Wild Child be freakin' at the shows\n  Now uh, speaking for my bro's, when we spit *shit*, you spit *shit*\n  But you still get mad confused, messing with the Likwit Crew\n  Female virgins out there, big up, props, I like sex\n  But I spread endurance, influence, and assurance upon my mic check\n  So let's just break it (break it) break it (break it) break it down like\n  this\n  (Oh-Ooh) break it (break it), break it (break it) break it down like this\n  (Oh-Ooh)\n\n  Brothers with skills, no bills, no shows\n  Go for what you know unless you got no flows\n  Can the Likwit Crew MC's be defeated? (Hell no)\n  It's the Liks and the Pack and we ready to blow\n\n  Yo, I was a B-boy before I got my first piece of *ass*\n  Before I ever put the rum and Coke in the glass\n  Before I even met my niggas E-Swift and Tash\n  Before I ever had a shadow of a mustache\n\n  It's the ill loop digga nigga leavin' lyric lash like a whiplash\n  For y'all niggas is only here for cash\n  It's the Likwit Crew, we keep it poppin' like '85\n  While in '97 a lot of brothers be shady I\n  Keep it to myself like my wealth stacked, dolo phat\n  Rollin on this track with my nigga Ro got my back, cuz...\n\n  If loopin' was hoopin', Madlib would have hella ups\n  I be pourin' rhymes into styrofoam cups\n  And passing them out to everybody at the show\n  I'm not on the rocks, just a straight J-Ro\n  I'll get your body movin' like a sauna\n  Full of pirhanas, I'll make your grandmamma wanna hit the marajuana\n\n  While I'm on the next level, hittin' like I wanna\n  Comin' like I'm Roland Hannna, gettin' iller than Madonna\n  Madlib the bad kid, all up in your earhole\n  Grab off the gold and then transmit the soul\n\n  I'm a let it be told what the Lootpack means to me\n  It's the return of the emcee\n  So Defari Heru from the Likwit Crew\n  Tell the party people how you do (Yo) what you do...\n\n  Yo... my Notebooks always in my brain\n  I mean even if fly, my mind forget a line\n  I still remember names and phrases\n  And endless pages of lyrics that are spirits\n  That's why I'm Likwit Crew member to the fullest\n  Defari, bust back with the Lootpack rock the Palm alot\n  That's why these broads grab my arm a lot and hold it tight\n  Flossy A's and money A's all night\n  I'm low kizzy on the rhyme be weekly\n  Then I'm up at tops they say teach me\n  And so I do teach the truth to the youth (Meanwhile)\n  Back at the lab, brand new singles are hits\n  This Lootpack *shit* straight Likwit... Fusion\n"}]