C.D.P. Assassins Pt.4 - 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

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

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…)

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