When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference   We'll come and break down your whole circumference   Entering your atmosphere, B-boy style   Thus we're the dopest MCs on earth      As dopest MCs, can you please exclude these?   Wack artificially contaminated series of MCs   'Cuz I feel these times aren't even close to being close to being close   From them rhymes, Lootpack drop out from the West Coast      Yo, I hate it when MCs be like I'm come in this way or this way   LP comes at you unexpected like that movie, Independence Day   All of a sudden, we kick back in a B-boy stance and then say   Wild Child, rhyme constructor, Madlib beat conductor Sen-sei      While I intercept this mic and get in play   Some might say we shine like ten rays   You know we're gonna hit you with the speaker smashin'   While I'm stashin' cushion all up in my fashion      So fasten your seatbelt before you melt   From the rhymes we dealt, you felt welts whiplash   (Help)   Nigga, that's what you'll be yelling while your dome's swelling   While my crew be like propelling, I'm telling y'all      When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference   We'll come and break down your whole circumference   Entering your atmosphere, B-boy style   Thus we're the dopest MCs on earth      We bust with tight lines, going through my rhymes like Red Vines   But instead minds, be off the hook like some bed crimes   The auditory wakes ya up and takes ya enzymes   I pin my rhyme to the wall, rehearse it ten times      I walk into the sun to get away from weak ones   If I got a crate of loops, nigga I'll freak one   It's like whatever, yo, nigga I'll leak one   Rhyme like I'm chrome like a stray bullet leading to your dome      So you're a gangsta cool, but on the mic what's the difference?   Off the top, can you drop rhythmatic metaphorical flows for instance?   I didn't think so, you're just like all them floppy sloppy   Who like to kick back and copy like you was Kinko's      Sampling old school tracks, the only reason why the crowd claps   It covers up the fact that your rap's wack   So I chill wondering when a miracle will bring you to ya   Senses mentally and physically, bring out your lyrical skill      When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference   We'll come and break down your whole circumference   Entering your atmosphere, B-boy style   Thus we're the dopest MCs on earth