Lost Art

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B-Boy style, the B-Boy style
B-Boy style, the B-Boy style
As we go next to being made up of ill texture
Rumor is the Lootpack is possessed mad fixture
Break down your inside and your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor, I be the rhyme constructor

I wanna break it down for them cats out there who don't know
About the cats known as the LP, coming from the West coast, yo
This cats got lyrical, metaphorical styles intact
They know how to represent they own ish
Coming in, been rap
Beyond ones creative capabilities of commercialized
Mainstream artists survive, I watch out dives
Smack dab in the middle of the rap game bringing realness
MC's wanna lease each of my rap styles, 'cause I own this

I be the instrumental inventor, invent to the center
My walk is genetic, I leave you cut with no anesthetic
Let your wave slaves in the industry think they got this
Triple darkness it's red when I spark this
We living in a less life, we put strife
Negative ideas, they got the positive ideas
But what about them in between ideas, near to the rear
When we rock the mic, yo y'all better beware

Next to being made up of ill texture
Rumor is the Lootpack is possessed mad fixture
Break down your inside and your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor, I be the rhyme constructor

Ayo, first let's wonder why so many people wanna be MC's
They got the whack rhyme disease, y'all better off playin' B
Over seas, I put your boulder on freeze
TASCAM billin', chillin', and pillin' and dealin' with niggas like penicillin needle
I'm known as the slang buster
Hit ya with the world trade of loops (word)
Takeover by groups
Chill with my troops
Who you think you fakin', dude?
You strictly in it for them G's
The hip-hop that we drop is like fresh squeeze
While your flows are probably frozen and the beats are all stolen
We keep the innovation rollin' while your crews be foldin'

Up-rock, po,p back spin, wind mill, flare, pose
Bust a nineteen-ninety while this nigga kicks flows
The influence B-Boy music had on me was more than rap did
I adapted, got DJ Romes and plus Madlib combined
To influence those of rap man-kind
We shine a different type of light, too straight blind
You fake knuckle head do-do jacks, I call you back 'cause what you do to rap
We'll diss you every time you kick styles that aren't your own

Next to being made up of ill texture
Rumor is the Lootpack is possessed mad fixture
Break down your inside and your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor, I be the rhyme constructor

Next to being made up of ill texture
Rumor is the Lootpack is possessed mad fixture
Break down your inside and your vocab structure
I be the beat conductor, I be the rhyme constructor

B-boy style, B-boy style, we make a rhyme
B-boy style, B-Boy style
One two, one two
One two, one two
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two
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