Styles Crews Flows Beats - Peanut Butter Wolf

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