Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Let It Out lyrics

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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'ma frak it when I mic it
 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 waitin
 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 thinkin they can rhyme
 But their style is not buttah, it's mor elike 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, cuttin 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
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Author: Joseph Kirkland

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Music


Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Coast Ii Coast (1995)

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