Weededed Lyrics - Singles - Lootpack

My new years resolution, persist to end all wack MC confusion 

To break MC's in half, their rhymes be like illusion 

My conclusion Lootpack's the group that cause Likwit Fusion 

Brothers mic check 1 but can't get with 2's 

And I take levels of the treble embrace the bass 

And grab a hold of the steel and come face to face 

Silly mortals coming through portals yabbin' at the lip 

Even if their ass was Asian, they still couldn't flip 

Some old lyrical, my spiritual rhymes be physical 

Kickin' metaphorical, my style's historical 

It's better for a cool brother to say he saw me in an article 

I hear wack rumors but yo, it's hard to cool Wild Child down 

I don't clown, I just come forth kicking that Lootpack sound 

I give props with my Likwit Crew MC's I rock with 

I unlock styles like locksmith 

Never am I weededed, I don't have to smoke, yeah, weededed 

Every time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed 

I never needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up 

First off, Lootpack set it off to wreck ya band 

The only smoke you ever see, Wild Child get be second hand 

I've ignored non-freestylin' MC's, they get me bored 

My exhibit shows I'm the rhythmic dyslexic Lord 

Wild Child, known to most people as Cracker Jack 

Your style got no flav like licorice that be black 

I'm offending when I start bending men 

Coming forth with 100 percent adrenaline 

It's not my fault when I come with hip hop from my heart 

I get pissed when wack MC's step up and test my art 

Props to CDP Crew's, East, West respect 

My style or I'ma get your tape and push eject 

'Cuz we weededed, yo, an MC who gets weededed 

Every time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed 

I never needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up 

Ask yourself when you weededed, are you an MC who gets weededed? 

Only a true MC, unless your ass is weededed, I never needed it 

Hello, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, Mr. Herb 

Yes that's my name, son, what's the word? 

Come through to my studio so you can enhance my verb 

All right chill with me, lounge with me, make rhymes tight 

Now, you've been rapping for a week? 

Yes, yes, I'm overnight 

This is a mind state most wack MC's be in 

Thinking they can smoke a blunt once and become an MC 

The way I see things you'll see things clearly 

Making quotes like Lootpack rocks yearly 

Mr. Herb, yes, I need your opinion, my mind's a blur 

Hey yo, smoke with me and I'll make your rhyme's slur 

How's that? I'll call my homeboy, his nickname's Sherm 

He'll fill you in, before you know your memory's short term 

And you'll be like, I can crunch any MC's 

And I have the illest case of munchies so please keep, right 

Doing what you're doin', enhancin' my vocalision 

The only time I see you is with infrared vision 

Bacause I'm weededed, are you an MC who gets weededed? 

Every time you say a freestyle, you must be weededed 

I never needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up 

Ask yourself one time when you weededed 

All you wack MC's who get weededed 

Every time you say a freestyle, you be weededed 

I never needed it, I don't have to smoke a blunt to get pepped up