Likwit (feat. King Tee)

I hang MCs with my noose, watch me get loose

The **** flippin' more styles than Snapple got juice

'Cause I'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky

Than a niggy pickin' his afro in a leopard skin dashiki

The freshest, yes, it's the rhymer with the bottle

Kickin' it with my homie like Lamont do with Rollo

Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it

'Cause even in New York, the crew be buzzin' off the fluid

So testing one, testing two, testing three

Too much Olde E will make you pee

As you can see, I'm the alcoholic  tipsy off the whiskey

Get with the clippers, never nappy like Misty

I didn't grew dreads 'cause dreads is for the Rastas

The alcoholic clique straight knockin' out imposters

Got to roll deep like ants at a picnic

Get with the crew that's flowin' like Likwit

Every night I pray to God, please, no more wack MCs

I catch a few Zs, wake up and bust these

I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weenie

'Cause they know I'm packin' more shit than Bandini

The freshest on the map servin' raps with all fixings

E-Swift does the mixin', pockets fat like Rickie Nixon

(Ain't no party like a alcoholic party)

So don't be a nit-wit, get with the Likwit

Here comes the Lik, or should I say Likwit

As I get funky on a track that my ****, E-Swift, did

Rollin' with the alcoholic group, call me trooper

Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose

But hey, I be the K-I-N-G Tee for short

Big ballin' **** playin' rhymes like a sport

Wicked when I kick it, yeah, that's the ticket

Tossin' up a forty, still buzzin' off the Likwit

You ain't got enough skill to fill up a cup

So, niggy, won't you just shut the (Hold up)

The girls call  me dookie man 'cause I'm the shit, can't you smell, son

I got more freaks than Prince Rogers Nelson

I can't be stopped, I got hip hop wreckin' powers

I gotta say what's up to my buddy, Ricky Flowers

We got that Likwit funk, we get  drunk with the

Hell motherfuckin' yeah