Speaker Smashin' Lyrics - Singles - Lootpack

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 MCs on earth 

As dopest MCs, can you please exclude these? 

Wack artificially contaminated series of MCs 

'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 MCs 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 

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 

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 MCs on earth 

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 

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

Off the top, can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance? 

I didn't think so, you're just like all them floppy sloppy 

Who like to kick back and copy like you was Kinko's 

Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps 

It covers up the fact that your rap's wack 

So I chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya 

Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill 

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 MCs on earth