Let It Out

Tha Alkaholiks

Intro:



That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction



The remix version for all the brothers out there



that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out



[Tash]



ANything you could do I could do fresher



WHen I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure



Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun



I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one



Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him



I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxtion



It's the, Liks, rockin like a six point six



So while I be scoopin bitches you rush the porno flicks



[J-Ro]



For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center



I got your hoe cookin my dinner



Action, lights and cameras ain't needed



Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin rappers heated



I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole



My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll



All the Liks releases, become masterpieces



Oh jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases



Chorus:



And I can't holt it in [I can't hold it in]



I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]



They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]



I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]



They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]



I gotta let it all out [I gotta let it all out]



They'll say I can't hold it in [I can't hold it in]



I gotta, I gotta let it all out



[J-Ro]



I get in em when I sin em, the Alkaholik venom



I fold your clothes with your body still in em



The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott



The only way you take my spot is with a shot



I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand



That they can't scrape J-Ro the man



A nigga who stays, in the old school ways



And just like Subways, I can make your days



We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas



The Likwit crew, comin new like a fetus



So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl



Niggaz like me gonna rule the world



So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown



Express from the West so it's best that I clown



[Tash]



I bust the Alehze on ice on down to Beck's brew



I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue



Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was Too Legit to QUit it



Dancin with toilets now you can't get busy with it



WIth the vintage Olde GOld gettin dusty in the cellar



I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler



So yo what you got, cause god DAMN it's hot



It's the Alkaholik rhymer up in your night spot



So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme



I lose you like the jewelry that that bitch can't find



Call me E.T., but yo, it don't take a secret psychic



Cause even in the future I'ma frak it when I mic it



Chorus



[Tash]



With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya



Known to rock the