C.D.P. Assassins Pt. 4

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Madlib] Down at electric avenue Stabbin' you, revvin' you for the fat revenue Steppin' to you or whoever wants to break through I got the AM/FM blues Most niggas ain't paid dues But if you snooze and you lose Then choose the real flavor Played off with the crews I got the dice for the wager So I'm checking my pager Whether minor to a major, doesn't matter I'll spray you with mad rhythms [Chorus] If you're not down to bust the physical We'll make all you suckas go spiritual... (Warning...) (The surgeon general... Has determined...) (Devastating... To your ear...) If you're not down to bust the physical We'll make all you suckas go spiritual State enters mental If you're not down to bust the physical We'll make all you suckas go spiritual Wildchild, hit 'em with the ill lyrical [Verse 2: Wildchild] Roll with the soul man Slow floats negator Motivator of the greater emcees with the hardcore data From the inner soul, Wildchild will end your flow Most don't even know I'm like the Mickey Brown, kick, evenflow Even though, Madlib, dude the Bad Kid, crack ribs Lootpack's definition of abstract is Take the vibe in your one hand, motivation in the other Dedicate, never hesitate, to flow like no other '95 bust my rhythmatic flows the ill type Nowadays why is a two-faced brother still write Wack ish (Warning...) [Mind Fusion vol. 4 version continues] Props to the Evangelistic Baptist Church from Oxnard it's the first Time I represent, and I'm not hesitant Step to give props to my 805 residence