Madlib - Questions lyrics

Chorus: Question, how many MC's do you know like this? The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist But before I stop my mic check and co*k back my fist The LP gots to MC [Wild Child] Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate, gather round the plate Ya down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fake Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic To getting up my flows while I'm using my mic equipment LP will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift you Predict you need help so may The Force be with you Since rap is like a court dismissing you like a jury When it comes to West Coast underground Lootpack's enlisted yearly Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I It's confirmed Jack must return like Jedi On the cuts is DJ Romes, rocking beats my n***a Madlib [Madlib] Come like this with an abstract jab n***as mad cuz I plan to be green forever (Cuz whatever the cause) we'll get taken out never You'll end up gettin' caught up in our circle Hemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs up You can catch me with my SP or my pad and my pen Mixed with Hen, Heineken, Juice and Gin The California weed blend to get you open like stunts This is dedicated to them n***as that front Chorus: Question, how many MC's do you know like this? The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist But before I stop my mic check and co*k back my fist The LP gots to MC [Madlib] In any city, country, state, or any center The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter Summer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicks Original loop beat patterns back the lyrics So when we start to invent, n***as know the flava Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented (Well how you feel about most n***as?) Most ya n***as comin out with that same old sh** My n***as on that brain sick When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon s**ers be gettin beheaded, shredded so n***a forget it Ya fake MC's make me wanna laugh Ya n***as out for the cash but in a year y'all n***as pa** [Wild Child] Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the ba** and We'll drop universal for the whole Likwit organization Y'all gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestation We'll run up in ya station and give messages to the nation We're gonna start to neglect wack MC's who lack respect As the lost art resurrects, I'll make all y'all want to eject Wackness, for the simple fact Jack is Sending this out to all of my 805 abstract friends Chorus: 2x Question, how many MC's do you know like this? The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist But before I stop my mic check and co*k back my fist The LP gots to MC