Intro:

That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction

The remix version for all the brothers out there

that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out

[Tash]

ANything you could do I could do fresher

WHen I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure

Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun

I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one

Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him

I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion

It's the, Liks, rockin like a six point six

So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the porno flicks

[J-Ro]

For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center

I got your hoe cookin my dinner

Action, lights and cameras ain't needed

Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole

My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll

All the Liks releases, become masterpieces

Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases

Chorus:

And I can't holt it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]

They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]

They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]

They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]

I gotta, I gotta let it all out

[J-Ro]

I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom

I fold your clothes with your body still in em

The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott

The only way you take my spot is with a shot

I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand

That they can't scrape J-Ro the man

A nigga who stays, in the old school ways

And just like Subways, I can make your days

We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas

The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus

So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl

Niggaz like me gonna rule the world

So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown

Express from the West so it's best that I clown

[Tash]

I bust the Alehze on ice on down to Beck's brew

I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue

Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was Too Legit to QUit it

Dancin with toilets now you can't get busy with it

WIth the vintage Olde GOld gettin dusty in the cellar

I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler

So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot

It's the Alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot

So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme

I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find

Call me E.T., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic

Cause even in the future I'ma frak it when I mic it

Chorus

[Tash]

With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya

Known to rock the