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Styles, Crews, Flows, Beats - Peanut Butter Wolf (Ft. Lootpack & Quasimoto)
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Styles, Crews, Flows, Beats Peanut Butter Wolf (Ft. Lootpack & Quasimoto)

Styles, Crews, Flows, Beats - Peanut Butter Wolf (Ft. Lootpack & Quasimoto)
[Part I]

[Intro: Wildchild, Lootpack & Guru]
Mmm, haha ("Wi— Wildchi— child")
("The— the rhyme")
Yeah ("The— the— the rhyme constructor")
("Wildchi— child")
Lootpack in the place for the 1998 to the year 2000
("The— the— the rhyme constructor")
("Wi— Wildchi— child")
Yo, yo ("The— the rhyme constructor")
Stones Throw ("Up steps the wi— wild child")

[Chorus: Wildchild]
You, your crew and we
We're forced to break you down 'til your eyes can't see
'Til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum
Your dogs can't speak, cause the cat got your tongue
(C'mon, c'mon) You, your crew and we
We're forced to break you down 'til your eyes can't see
'Til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum
Your dogs can't speak, cause the cat got your tongue
(LP)

[Verse 1: Wildchild]
Bust up your cerebellum at a hella rate, tell 'em wait (What)
You're not gonna see me kick thirty freestyle lines and watch your ass regenerate (What)
Lines I rejuvenate, jack elevates (Uh-hmm)
My level's so thick and so you can't even tell your fate (What-what)
When my freestyle rhyme starts to accelerate
I'll step back in the b-boy stance, style will stop innovating (What)
All 75% of signed niggas who can't participate
Waiting for the right time to rain on niggas, come and precipitate
Damn, I hate two-faced brothers always agitate (Yeah)
First thought, place your head on the mantle and watch it decapitate
I rhyme early like Laverne and Shirley, you're rapping late (Yeah)
Sport a L on my chest, can your elegant-ness rapulate when jack infiltrates?
On all you wack niggas who manipulate
Brothers irritate (Word), watch a liquid emcee step up and irrigate (Hmm)
Still I wait for the right time, when Wildchild's feelin' great (Word)
Hungry, cause I got the munchies, and my rhyme style still ain't ate
L's in the airs, sisters yellin' Loot to the Pack
Closin' up and open, searchin' brothers go right to the back (Word)
Before my rap attacks (Word), your wack style 'cause you lack (Huh)
And all ya' hear from the crowd is "We wanna' hear Cracker Jack!"
I'll kick a freestyle, brothers know I don't come wack (C'mon)
Your already clappin' at, a dope-ass Madlib track
Matter of fact, Wildchild known to pick up the slack (Word)
Known to pick up a wack emcee straight by the nap
Askin' him why he rap, 'cause I might tightly strap you in a seat
Take you on a trip straight to the Boombap
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