Chorus:

When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference

We'll come and break down your whole circumference

Entering your atmosphere B boy style thus we're

The dopest MC's on earth

[Wild Child]

As dopest MC's can you please exclude these

Wack artificially contaminated series of MC's

Cuz I feel these times aren't even close to being close to being close

>From them rhymes Lootpack drop out from the West Coast

Yo, I hate it when MC's be like I'm come in this way or this way

LP comes at you unexpected like that movie Independence Day

All of a sudden we kick back in a B-boy stance and then say

Wild Child, rhyme constructor, Madlib beat conductor Sen-sei

[Madlib]

While I intercept this mic and get in play

Some might say we shine like ten rays

You know we're gonna hit you with the speaker smashin'

While I'm stashin' cushion all up in my fashion

So fasten your seatbelt before you melt

>From the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash (Help)

Nigga, that's what you'll be yelling while your dome's swelling

While my crew be like propelling, I'm telling y'all

(Chorus)

[Madlib]

We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like Red Vines

But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes

The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes

I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times

I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones

If I got a crate of loops, nigga I'll freak one

It's like whatever, yo, nigga I'll leak one

Rhyme like I'm chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome

[Wild Child]

So you're a gangsta cool, but on the mic what's the diff