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Intro:
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That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
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The remix version for all the brothers out there
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that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out
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[Tash]
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ANything you could do I could do fresher
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WHen I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
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Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
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I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
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Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
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I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion
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It's the, Liks, rockin like a six point six
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So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the porno flicks
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[J-Ro]
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For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center
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I got your hoe cookin my dinner
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Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
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Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated
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I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole
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My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
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All the Liks releases, become masterpieces
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Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases
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Chorus:
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And I can't holt it in [I can't hold it in]
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I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]
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They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]
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I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]
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They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]
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I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]
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They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]
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I gotta, I gotta let it all out
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[J-Ro]
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I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom
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I fold your clothes with your body still in em
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The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
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The only way you take my spot is with a shot
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I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
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That they can't scrape J-Ro the man
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A nigga who stays, in the old school ways
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And just like Subways, I can make your days
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We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas
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The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus
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So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl
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Niggaz like me gonna rule the world
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So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown
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Express from the West so it's best that I clown
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[Tash]
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I bust the Alehze on ice on down to Beck's brew
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I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue
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Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was Too Legit to QUit it
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Dancin with toilets now you can't get busy with it
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WIth the vintage Olde GOld gettin dusty in the cellar
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I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
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So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot
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It's the Alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot
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So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
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I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find
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Call me E.T., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic
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Cause even in the future I'ma frak it when I mic it
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Chorus
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[Tash]
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With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
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Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures
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It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones
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I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones
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So tap into the cold while I torch MC's
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Cause I be itchin for a scratch like the Force MD's
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But yo fuck that, Tash is in the wind with the gin
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I gotta pass the mic to J cause he can't hold it in
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[J-Ro]
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I can't hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout
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We be scorin points like Michael Irvin on the post route
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And just like Joi boy, I make your bones ache man
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Just how much punishment can a rapper take man?
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The homes be like "Where you been?" man I been creatin
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We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin
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for the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits tits and rap hits
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And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the Liks
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[E-Swift]
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I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind
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THere's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme
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But their style is not buttah, it's mor elike Busta without the A
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YOu never think of nuttin fresh to say
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The freshest DJ from the state of Ohio
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I remember when you battled, cuttin up Survival
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Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast
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Packed up my Technics, now I'm on the West coast, now I
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[Tash]
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Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga
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Yo before we get up out
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I wanna shout it out to my nigga |