Level Zero Lyrics
| Song | Level Zero |
| Artist | Lootpack |
| Album | Soundpieces: Da Antidote! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Jackson, Jackson ... | |
| '98 keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
| Keep them speakers boomin', body movin', wild child has proven | |
| Causin' mad paranoia like them kids nice 'n' smooth and | |
| When i flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop | |
| When you see me drop, | |
| Always in that shape you callin' tip top | |
| Coolin, effect i'm full in, droolin over madlib beats, | |
| Yo, guess who's pullin' plugs on thugs who's greedy, | |
| With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, | |
| Formally known as the cdp assassins | |
| Dj romes is in effect and yo his ass is in | |
| Charge of the plastic | |
| Keep it real son, i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
| Got to keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child rocks at will | |
| [medaphoar] | |
| Watch ya front and back when m-e-d terror attacks | |
| With that rhyme that's known to bring the terrordome so freeze back | |
| On the microphone i'm quick to get with you then i'm twisting you back | |
| When you enter my zone, realize where you're at | |
| In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware | |
| Cuz over here we bring the real, it's like a style don't care | |
| I'll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot | |
| And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don't stop | |
| It's worldwide when i'm riding on the crews who step to | |
| Cdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crew | |
| We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen | |
| If you feel i hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so i'm dissin' | |
| All you weak mc's that fakin' there's no justice or peace | |
| My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves | |
| Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of | |
| So put ya money down cuz lyrically i'm out to break ya | |
| [madlib] | |
| Hey yo it's madlib the bad kid, back from outer space | |
| Still on that pure order mc master race | |
| But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular | |
| Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits | |
| But if you can't catch it today... | |
| It's probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 | |
| Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure | |
| For every measure, you'll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia | |
| You'll end up with a seizure, | |
| >from steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' | |
| The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz i got | |
| Cdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combination | |
| Free improvisation, while i leave the next healthy wack mc | |
| Sick as a doctor's emergency patient | |
| [oh no] | |
| Yo i'll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villian | |
| Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin | |
| Bust the skills i kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew | |
| Line 'em up and watch 'em fall, i be jukin' cuz you all can't ball | |
| Relavent impossible mission, lot of y'all dissin' | |
| Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y'all kissin' | |
| My ass, you know the flavor when i step upon the scene | |
| Yo i'll leave your birds in rage like menstruation | |
| Seein' nothin' but blood when i step out the station | |
| Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide | |
| Be dvd set locate when i demonstrate up in a battle | |
| You end up in a suicide line, i'm beyond your mind | |
| You gotta recline and chill cuz i been past that bottom line | |
| Got lootpack and the assassins on the side | |
| Classic upon plastic when i break emcees down just like vlastic | |
| Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb | |
| Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack 'em | |
| (what's your name?), oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero | |
| When i come through wild to that level zero... |
| zuo qu : Brown, Jackson, Jackson ... | |
| ' 98 keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
| Keep them speakers boomin', body movin', wild child has proven | |
| Causin' mad paranoia like them kids nice ' n' smooth and | |
| When i flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop | |
| When you see me drop, | |
| Always in that shape you callin' tip top | |
| Coolin, effect i' m full in, droolin over madlib beats, | |
| Yo, guess who' s pullin' plugs on thugs who' s greedy, | |
| With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, | |
| Formally known as the cdp assassins | |
| Dj romes is in effect and yo his ass is in | |
| Charge of the plastic | |
| Keep it real son, i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
| Got to keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child rocks at will | |
| medaphoar | |
| Watch ya front and back when med terror attacks | |
| With that rhyme that' s known to bring the terrordome so freeze back | |
| On the microphone i' m quick to get with you then i' m twisting you back | |
| When you enter my zone, realize where you' re at | |
| In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware | |
| Cuz over here we bring the real, it' s like a style don' t care | |
| I' ll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot | |
| And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don' t stop | |
| It' s worldwide when i' m riding on the crews who step to | |
| Cdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crew | |
| We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen | |
| If you feel i hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so i' m dissin' | |
| All you weak mc' s that fakin' there' s no justice or peace | |
| My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves | |
| Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of | |
| So put ya money down cuz lyrically i' m out to break ya | |
| madlib | |
| Hey yo it' s madlib the bad kid, back from outer space | |
| Still on that pure order mc master race | |
| But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular | |
| Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits | |
| But if you can' t catch it today... | |
| It' s probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 | |
| Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure | |
| For every measure, you' ll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia | |
| You' ll end up with a seizure, | |
| from steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' | |
| The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz i got | |
| Cdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combination | |
| Free improvisation, while i leave the next healthy wack mc | |
| Sick as a doctor' s emergency patient | |
| oh no | |
| Yo i' ll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villian | |
| Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin | |
| Bust the skills i kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew | |
| Line ' em up and watch ' em fall, i be jukin' cuz you all can' t ball | |
| Relavent impossible mission, lot of y' all dissin' | |
| Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y' all kissin' | |
| My ass, you know the flavor when i step upon the scene | |
| Yo i' ll leave your birds in rage like menstruation | |
| Seein' nothin' but blood when i step out the station | |
| Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide | |
| Be dvd set locate when i demonstrate up in a battle | |
| You end up in a suicide line, i' m beyond your mind | |
| You gotta recline and chill cuz i been past that bottom line | |
| Got lootpack and the assassins on the side | |
| Classic upon plastic when i break emcees down just like vlastic | |
| Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb | |
| Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack ' em | |
| what' s your name?, oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero | |
| When i come through wild to that level zero... |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Jackson, Jackson ... | |
| ' 98 keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
| Keep them speakers boomin', body movin', wild child has proven | |
| Causin' mad paranoia like them kids nice ' n' smooth and | |
| When i flip flop, wreck shop, we be hip hop | |
| When you see me drop, | |
| Always in that shape you callin' tip top | |
| Coolin, effect i' m full in, droolin over madlib beats, | |
| Yo, guess who' s pullin' plugs on thugs who' s greedy, | |
| With their wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti, | |
| Formally known as the cdp assassins | |
| Dj romes is in effect and yo his ass is in | |
| Charge of the plastic | |
| Keep it real son, i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child will rock at will son | |
| Got to keep it real son cuz i guess i feel someday that | |
| Wild to the child rocks at will | |
| medaphoar | |
| Watch ya front and back when med terror attacks | |
| With that rhyme that' s known to bring the terrordome so freeze back | |
| On the microphone i' m quick to get with you then i' m twisting you back | |
| When you enter my zone, realize where you' re at | |
| In full combat, come prepared or ya better beware | |
| Cuz over here we bring the real, it' s like a style don' t care | |
| I' ll bust my rhyme into ya area, takin' over your spot | |
| And got it locked for the simple fact the rhyme don' t stop | |
| It' s worldwide when i' m riding on the crews who step to | |
| Cdp assassins, plus the lootpack the crew | |
| We got the verbal mentality with them rhymes so ya listen | |
| If you feel i hurt ya feelings, then ya wack so i' m dissin' | |
| All you weak mc' s that fakin' there' s no justice or peace | |
| My rhymes will get into the middle of ya mind like smokin weed, that leaves | |
| Niggas in the state of only shows us what ya made of | |
| So put ya money down cuz lyrically i' m out to break ya | |
| madlib | |
| Hey yo it' s madlib the bad kid, back from outer space | |
| Still on that pure order mc master race | |
| But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular | |
| Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits | |
| But if you can' t catch it today... | |
| It' s probably too late, cuz we about to detonate the 388 | |
| Relate the beat conductor, constructor, water loop to add pressure | |
| For every measure, you' ll need my anesthesia from catchin' amnesia | |
| You' ll end up with a seizure, | |
| from steppin' not knowing the crate diggas is blowin' | |
| The spot, towin' this lot, empty cuz i got | |
| Cdp assassins plus the pack, perfect combination | |
| Free improvisation, while i leave the next healthy wack mc | |
| Sick as a doctor' s emergency patient | |
| oh no | |
| Yo i' ll be chillin', realize oh be straight known to be that villian | |
| Ya that tall nigga to get up in that ass like pennecilin | |
| Bust the skills i kick the savage verbal lines that blind your crew | |
| Line ' em up and watch ' em fall, i be jukin' cuz you all can' t ball | |
| Relavent impossible mission, lot of y' all dissin' | |
| Elements unstoppable dishin', lot of y' all kissin' | |
| My ass, you know the flavor when i step upon the scene | |
| Yo i' ll leave your birds in rage like menstruation | |
| Seein' nothin' but blood when i step out the station | |
| Got your vocal fluctuating worldwide | |
| Be dvd set locate when i demonstrate up in a battle | |
| You end up in a suicide line, i' m beyond your mind | |
| You gotta recline and chill cuz i been past that bottom line | |
| Got lootpack and the assassins on the side | |
| Classic upon plastic when i break emcees down just like vlastic | |
| Cuz they speak the real but when the real comes, they still dumb | |
| Actin' like they know the half so verbally you gots ta jack ' em | |
| what' s your name?, oh no, my niggas know the rebel hero | |
| When i come through wild to that level zero... |
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