作曲 : Brown, Jackson, Jimenez Intro：[wild child] Ha ha ha hah, yes yes Return of the b-boy style Props to all the b-boys and b-girls in da house ("cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely") Check it out Chorus: [wild child] I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Does jack wreck the rhyme? hell yeah "cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely" [wild child] Yo, as easy as it may seem mc'ing is not a capa- Bility for most to possess, you gotta catch up, Take the time to create, construct demonstrate Set wack mc's straight, drinkin' a v8 I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats I represent the conscience styles until it hits the streets My backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones I destroy fake madlib beats and crackerjack poems (ha-ha) It's time for lunch already, yes past lunch I eat mc's like captain crunch, i attack and then punch Rap in such different styles that's unlike yours Wack mc's, i'll point you out and point out all of your flaws All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin' Battling straight up battling is what i'm provokin' But i'll die before these wack mc's infect thee Hip hop industry to the point i cannot breathe But if wildstyle dies before wild child wakes I pray to god to step down and take out all them fake Mc's, pretty please "cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely" (chorus) [wild child] Down with the liks, jump straight from the bass onto the kicks Non-freestylin' mc's fall straight down in the pits My name be jack, spontaneous freestylist when i catch wreck Brothers bite me so hard saying my rhymes i ain't even wrote yet So i take it to the max, take out fake-funkin' jacks Get to the point as i rock over madlib bumpin' tracks "you used to get busy at open mics?" nah, i still do I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually, yo i will do Anything it takes to bring b-boy style back And the thanks for you to make ya say my rhyme style's phat But i'll die before these wack mc's infect these Hip hop industry to the point i cannot breathe But if wildstyle dies before wild child wakes I pray to god to step down and take out all them fake Mc's, pretty please "cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely" (chorus: 2x) *scratches and various talk to end*
作曲 : Brown, Jackson, Jimenez Intro：[wild child] Ha ha ha hah, yes yes Return of the b-boy style Props to all the b-boys and b-girls in da house ("cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely") Check it out Chorus: [wild child] I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3 Does jack wreck the rhyme? hell yeah "cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely" [wild child] Yo, as easy as it may seem mc'ing is not a capa- Bility for most to possess, you gotta catch up, Take the time to create, construct demonstrate Set wack mc's straight, drinkin' a v8 I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats I represent the conscience styles until it hits the streets My backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones I destroy fake madlib beats and crackerjack poems (ha-ha) It's time for lunch already, yes past lunch I eat mc's like captain crunch, i attack and then punch Rap in such different styles that's unlike yours Wack mc's, i'll point you out and point out all of your flaws All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin' Battling straight up battling is what i'm provokin' But i'll die before these wack mc's infect thee Hip hop industry to the point i cannot breathe But if wildstyle dies before wild child wakes I pray to god to step down and take out all them fake Mc's, pretty please "cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely" (chorus) [wild child] Down with the liks, jump straight from the bass onto the kicks Non-freestylin' mc's fall straight down in the pits My name be jack, spontaneous freestylist when i catch wreck Brothers bite me so hard saying my rhymes i ain't even wrote yet So i take it to the max, take out fake-funkin' jacks Get to the point as i rock over madlib bumpin' tracks "you used to get busy at open mics?" nah, i still do I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually, yo i will do Anything it takes to bring b-boy style back And the thanks for you to make ya say my rhyme style's phat But i'll die before these wack mc's infect these Hip hop industry to the point i cannot breathe But if wildstyle dies before wild child wakes I pray to god to step down and take out all them fake Mc's, pretty please "cuz when i'm on the mic i like to speak freely" (chorus: 2x) *scratches and various talk to end*
