konceptjones
The one between three and three.
Tash kilt the whole first verse.
From city to city, coast II coast
I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiber optic lyrics make em sound like walkie talkies
So the poet pops the Moet while they crack the Old Milwaukee
Off the hook with droppin visions so the Leo of the trio
Without the sexy voice scoops more hoes than Theo
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels
Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story gets told
While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold
Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses
The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses
I bust my shit and peel, Grab my wheels of steel
If y'all niggas can't feel me than y'all niggas ain't real
I hit so hard the WBC
Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute
Now the party didn't start till the Liks walked in it