C.D.P. Assassins Pt. 4 Madlib (Ft. Wildchild of Lootpack)

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[Verse 1: Madlib]
Down at electric avenue
Stabbin' you, revvin' you for the fat revenue
Steppin' to you or whoever wants to break through
I got the AM/FM blues
Most niggas ain't paid dues
But if you snooze and you lose
Then choose the real flavor
Played off with the crews
I got the dice for the wager
So I'm checking my pager
Whether minor to a major, doesn't matter
I'll spray you with mad rhythms

[Chorus]
If you're not down to bust the physical
We'll make all you suckas go spiritual... (Warning...)
(The surgeon general... Has determined...)
(Devastating... To your ear...)
If you're not down to bust the physical
We'll make all you suckas go spiritual
State enters mental
If you're not down to bust the physical
We'll make all you suckas go spiritual
Wildchild, hit 'em with the ill lyrical