featuring Lootpack Quasimoto

Loot Pack in the place for the 1998 to the year 2000

You ya' crew and we we're forced to break you down 'til ya eyes can see

'Til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum

Ya' dogs can't speak 'cause the cat got yo' tongue (Repeat)

(Wild Child)

LP whats up you cerebellum anti hemerick

Tell 'em wait

You're not gonna see me kick 30 freestyle lines

and watch ya' ass regenerate

Lines I rejuvenate, jack elevates

Levels so thick, So ya can't even tell ya' fate

When my freestyle rhymes starts to recelebrate

I'll step back in the b-boy stance

Style will stop innovate

75% of signed niggas can't participate

Wait for the right time to rain on niggas, come and precipitate

Damn, I hate two-faced brothers always agitate

First thought, put ya' head on the mantle

And watch it decapitate

I rhyme early, like Lavern and Shirley

Ya' rapulate, sport a 'L' on my chest

Can ya' elegantness rapulate, jack infiltrates

On all you wack niggas who manipulate

Brothers irritate, watch a likwit emcee step up and irrigate

Still I wait for the right time, when Wild Child's feelin' great

Hungry, 'cause I got the munchies, and my rhyme style still ain't ate

L's in the airs, sisters yellin' Loot to the Pack

Closin' up and illin' and searchin' brothers right to the back

Before my rap attacks, ya' wack style sends you back

And all ya' hear from the crowd is "We wanna' hear Cracker Jack!"

I kick a freestyle, brother's know I don't come wack

Ya' already clappin' that, a dope-ass manitrack

Matter of fact, Wild Child known to pick