Kankick - On the Lookout lyrics

[Intro: Wildchild] Hahaha ha (Do I hear it now?). It's justice how we do, how we do, y'all (Do I hear it now?). Pop. Come on (Do I hear it now?). Yeah. So who we got? Who we got? Wildchild, Kombo. We doing it up. Kankick [Verse 1: Wildchild] Yes, for each and every cat that I know, this be visionary This be very specific in words versus some cats that be fictionary Rocking with my man Kombo We'll put our foot all up in your crack to give that a** more soul We're playing humble, watching most cats fumble And regardless of the gender, when we rocking, this for the crowd contenders (That's right) Yo, there's always gonna be a cat that wanna combat Too late. I'm up in the batter box where cats get shattered with Glocks Kankick grooming up the track and Jack is ready to rock I see y'all playing the slap sh** knowing y'all can't even box The other day, I caught this cat spitting but caught two in his back so Brought his rhyme to life ironically, straight up ruined his rap He lived though. Figured I'd give bro a chance to hear Jack Bent over while he was bleeding, spit, then threw it in his lap Y'all know the West gonna make their mark, so hear my law of physics Critics get the didicks with an exclamation mark [Hook 1: Kombo and (Wildchild)] And we always on the lookout for them wack fools (That's right) ‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (Come on) In the industry, watch your back, dude ‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your a** too That's why we always on the lookout for them wack fools (That's right) ‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (Come on) In the industry, watch your back, dude ‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your a** too [Verse 2: Kombo] We reserve the right to refuse to your wack vocalist Your hopefulness can only go so far to cope with this Kombo. Remember me from next chapter? My vocal instrument showing my teeth like a raptor ‘Cause in this rap biz, most rap kids Will buy a tight limo before they make a hype demo (True) Late-night like Jay Leno at the hotspots But when it comes to rocking shows, they're simply have-nots And to be tight (What?), they pick someone to be like “Yo, you need to write, fool. You know who you sound like?” (Who's that?) KRS, 2Pac, Em, Xzibit. One claiming It's a new sound, an underground platinum We gatting ‘em. Fakers can't maintain From knowledge and truth inserted in the main vein Rap trenches drive the weak insane You get water tortures of my soul-bought rain Me and Wildchild strangle the cable (Cable) So obtuse n***as can't figure the angle (Angle) You out the game like two technicals Me and Jack backslap fools who act skeptical Uh [Hook 1: Kombo and (Wildchild)] And we always on the lookout for them wack fools (‘Cause why?) ‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (True) In the industry, watch your back, dude (Come on) ‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your a** too That's why we always on the lookout for them wack fools (That's right) ‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (True, huh?) In the industry, watch your back, dude ‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your a** too [Verse 3: Kombo and Wildchild] [Kombo] Bringing back desire. Hate wack MCs who don't kick Facts and get contracts from their contacts But my mind stacks poetry on tracks While the next man, he kept stacking blacks I take it to the max with my verbal attacks And the paper for my rhyme book acts like an axe ‘Cause when you step to me, you better not relax ‘Cause that's when Jack aggressively reacts [Wildchild] So I, Kombo, and Jack simply about to set it and bet it For those headed that weren't the road, playing humble, ironically turning big-headed Try not to let it give you a perspective—that the pathetic Give ‘em credit ‘til you find out the product you bought was really synthetic And get it refunded like this one kid did Never on the mic leave Jack unattended ‘Cause you'll offended and still pretend it didn't happen Cats perceive that rap is not really a privilege, but rather proceed to acting [Interlude: Wildchild] Yeah. All y'all cats need to pull out with that nonfictionary, you know'm saying? Wildchild and my man Kombo. Ayyo Romes, speak up on this [Hook 2: Samples with DJ Romes Scratches] (x4) “This is it” - [?] “Wack-a** rappers” - [?] “You wack” - [?] [Outro: Wildchild] Check the sound, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. Getting it popping off. We do it for y'all. This Wildchild, y'all. Kombo, y'all. Kankick it. Yo. Oblivion load for y'all wack-a** cats. What?