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letra de styles, crews, flows, beats - peanut butter wolf

[intro: wildchild]
ummmm (whu-wild)
haha (chu-child)
yeah (the the rhyme)
(the the the rhyme constructor)
lootpack in the place for the 1998 to the year 2000
(the rhyme constructor)
(whu-whu-wild)
(chu-chu-child)
(the the rhyme constructor)
yo
yo

[chorus: wildchild]
you, your crew and we
we’re forced to break you down ’til your eyes can see
’til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum
your dogs can’t speak, cause the cat got your tongue (c’mon c’mon)
you, your crew and we
we’re forced to break you down ’til your eyes can see
’til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum
your dogs can’t speak, cause the cat got your tongue

[verse 1: wildchild]
lp! what’s up you cerebellum at a h-lla rate
tell ’em wait
you’re not gonna see me kick thirty freestyle lines
and watch your -ss regenerate (what)
lines i rejuvenate, jack elevates (uh-hmm)
levels so thick, so you can’t even tell your fate (what what)
when my freestyle rhymes starts to accelerate
i’ll step back in the b-boy stance
style will stop innovate (what)
75% of signed n-ggas who can’t partic-p-te
waiting for the right time to rain on n-ggas, come and precipitate
d-mn, i hate two-faced brothers always agitate (yeah)
first thought, put your head on the mantle
and watch it decapitate
i rhyme early, like laverne and shirley
you’re rapping late (yeah)
sport a ‘l’ on my chest
can your elegantness rapulate when jack infiltrates
on all you wack n-ggas who manipulate
brothers irritate (word), watch a likwit emcee step up and irrigate (hmm)
still i wait for the right time, when wildchild’s feelin’ great (word)
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 (word)
before my rap attacks (word), your wack style sends you back (huh)
and all ya’ hear from the crowd is “we wanna’ hear cracker jack!”
i kick a freestyle, brothers know i don’t come wack (c’mon)
ya’ already clappin’ that, a dope–ss madlib track
matter of fact, wildchild known to pick up the slack (word)
known to pick up a wack emcee straight by the nap
ask him why he rap
cause i might tightly strap you in a seat
to win a trip straight to the boombap
(my rhyme, my my rhyme, my rhyme, my rhyme starts the flow so i simply must brag about my)

[break: wildchild]
style, if it wasn’t for the style
it would be hard for me to show my culture profile
what about the crew? if it wasn’t for the crew
it would be, only lonely me, payin’ dues
don’t forget the flow, if it wasn’t for the flow
possibly, how could i suppose i could rock the shows
what about the beats? the beats
(the beats)
(the beats)
(the beats)
(the beats)
(the beats)
(the beats)

[beat switch]

[verse 2: madlib, quasimoto]
quasimoto
it’s madlib, the bad kid, wildchild
dj romes, peanut b-tter wolf
from this stones throw era
yo’ we bringin’ it, west coast
how we do? madlib!
we drop sh-t like some architects
spark and get, lit to make some underground hits
madlib, the bad kid, we drop original
precise, conceptual, house of wood, innovation nine thousand
we keep in business like erick and parrish
have you hype like ’89 like we buggin’ on terrence
sometimes on the low-pro, styles like the no show
i’m comin’ from the ‘o’, what we do?
the quas, representin’ quasimoto
peanut b-tter’s on the drum set
i grab the mic to run rec
i’ll have you hype like illegal gun sets
plus the beat conductor got my back
attack, whenever, whoever
you wanna test me? be bold and don’t crythe bad character you see up on the screen
we keep it clean, like a diamond ring
or dirty like a one-night fling
you gots to let us do our ting
we droppin’ loops with static cling
while we steppin’ on the scene
it’s the loop digga’
man, it’s the loop digga’
my n-gga
yo’, it’s the loop digga’
lord quas and the pack and it’s peace like greece
for fried chicken. two million. or for astro black sticken’
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t? yo’ watch the plot thicken
i’ll leave y’all suckas wit yo’ auditory sicken
(put a curse on you) like wild man fisher
if it’s trouble in the west
we’ll bring back the juice like we’re bishopi’ll smack yo’ b-tch up, like a pimp
and it’s low-high
and your whole zoo could get revved up, and that’s no lie
quasimoto and the pack, we keep it raw like s-x
mic check on the sets

[outro]
(invasion, invasion)
who rhymes, who who rhymes, who rhymes
test test test the real real scan scan scandalous
who rhymes, who who rhymes, who rhymes
test test test the real scandalous
who who who who who rhymes
test test test test test the real scandalous
who who who who rhymes who rhymes
test the real test the real scandalous
test test the real
test test the real scandalous
test test the real the real scan scandalous
test the real the real the real scandalous
test the real test the real scandalous
who rhy who rhy who rhymes
test test the real scandalous

- peanut butter wolf

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