Let It Out

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

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 Braxton

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

So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks

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

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And 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 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

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

niggas 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

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

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

Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures

It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones

I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones

So tap into the cold while I torch mc's

Cause I be itchin for a scratch like the force md's

But yo fuck that, tash is in the wind with the gin

I gotta pass the mic to j 'cause he can't hold it in

I can't hold it in my friend the liks get the most clout

We be scorin points like michael irvin on the post route

And just like joi boy, I make your bones ache man

Just how much punishment can a rapper take man?

The homes be like where you been? man I been creatin

We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin

For the kibbles 'n' bits, I love pits tits and rap hits

And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin yapes with the liks

I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind

There's a lotta half-ass niggas thinkin' they can rhyme

But their style is not buttah, it's more like busta without the a

You never think of nothin' fresh to say

The freshest dj from the state of ohio

I remember when you battled, cuttin up survival

Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast

Packed up my technics, now I'm on the west coast, now I

Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga

Yo before we get up out

I wanna shout it out to my nigga diamond d