That's the Alkaholiks functions,
conjunction junction
The remix version for all
the brothers out there that got
shit on they chest and
just wanna let it out
Anything you could do
I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone
I rock the shit
without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty
ouncer past the bouncer
with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off
my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? Not Michael
Jackson when I asked him
I even rock the mic for seven
days with Toni Braxtion
It's the, Liks,
rockin like a six point six
So while I be scoopin bitches
you rush the porno flicks
For reals, I gots more skills
than an occupation center
I got your hoe cookin my dinner
Action, lights and cameras
ain't needed
Indeed it's, the nigga
that be gettin rappers heated
I'm J-Ro, and my style
is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you
got to stop drop and roll
All the Liks releases,
become masterpieces
Oh jeezus, my style is sick
like pork greases
And I can't holt it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
[I gotta let it all out]
They'll say I can't hold it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
[I gotta let it all out]
They'll say I can't hold it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
[I gotta let it all out]
They'll say I can't hold it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta, I gotta let it all out
I get in em when I sin em,
the Alkaholik venom
I fold your clothes with
your body still in em
The rhymes I got,
hit like Ronnie Lott
The only way you take my spot
is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and
make sure they understand
That they can't scrape
J-Ro the man
A nigga who stays,
in the old school ways
And just like Subways,
I can make your days
We got more soul than James
Brown and platform Adidas
The Likwit crew,
comin new like a fetus
So run tell your granny,
your pops and your girl
Niggaz like me gonna
rule the world
So all aboard the
J-Ro train to FunkyTown
Express from the West so
it's best that I clown
I bust the Alehze on
ice on down to Beck's brew
I got more fame
than Dana Dane I
hold mics like Donahue
Cause I'm committed, admit it,
you was Too Legit to QUit it
Dancin with toilets now you
can't get busy with it
WIth the vintage Olde GOld
gettin dusty in the cellar
I throw my shit
deeper than Jeff Hostettler
So yo what you got,
cause god DAMN it's hot
It's the Alkaholik rhymer
up in your night spot
So ease up off my line,
and let me rhyme
I lose you like the jewelry
that that bitch can't find
Call me E.T., but yo,
it don't take a secret psychic
Cause even in the future
I'm a frak it when I mic it
And I can't holt it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
[I gotta let it all out]
They'll say I can't hold it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
[I gotta let it all out]
They'll say I can't hold it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
[I gotta let it all out]
They'll say I can't hold it in
[I can't hold it in]
I gotta let it all out
With flows rough enough to cut
ya,beats enough to touch ya
Known to rock the cooles with
the liquid rhyme structures
It's the man with vocal tones
that hurt words to broken bones
I got flows throughout my body
deep rooted like kidney stones
So tap into the cold
while I torch MC's
Cause I be itchin for a scratch
like the Force MD's
But yo fuck that, Tash is in
the wind with the gin
I gotta pass the mic to J
cause he can't hold it in
I can't hold it in my friend the
Liks get the most clout
We be scorin points like
Michael Irvin on the post route
And just like Joi boy,
I make your bones ache man
Just how much punishment
can a rapper take man?
The homes be like "Where you
been?" man I been creatin
We had you salivation like
the dogs that be waiting for
the Kibbles n Bits,
I love pits tits and rap hits
And Bruce Lee flicks,
and clockin yapes with the Liks
I can't hold it
in I gotta speak my mind
THere's a lotta half-ass niggaz
thinking they can rhyme
But their style is not buttah,
it's more like Busta without
the A You never think
of nuttin fresh to say
The freshest DJ
from the state of Ohio
I remember when you battled,
cutting up Survival
Nots toe fucked with,
used to brag and boast
Packed up my Technics, now
I'm on the West coast, now I
Damn, we gotta get that shit
off our chest nigga
Yo before we get up out
I wanna shout it
out to my nigga Diamond D