Let It Out

(I gotta let it all out)
Express from the West so it's best that I clown
Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures
They'll say I can't hold it in
They'll say I can't hold it in
On B E T, and yo it'll take a secret psychic
I'll lose you like that jewelry that that bitch can't find
So ease up off my line, and let me rhyme
With flows rough enough to cut ya, beats enough to touch ya
That they can't scrape J-Ro the man

Just how much punishment can a rapper take man?

Niggaz like me gonna rule the world
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I gotta, I gotta let it all out

'Cause even in the future I'ma freak it when I mic it
So run tell your granny, your pops and your girl
I gotta let it all out
(I can't hold it in)

I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
I bust the Alize on ice on down to Beck's brew

'Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun
(I can't hold it in)
I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind
I gotta let it all out
(I can't hold it in)
We be scorin' points like Michael Irvin on the post route

For reals, I gots more skills than an occupation center
(I can't hold it in)
Dancin' with toilets now you can't get busy with it
It's the Alkaholiks rhymer up in your night spot
I got flows throughout my body deep rooted like kidney stones
You never think of nuttin' fresh to say
Yo before we get up out

But yo fuck that, Tash is in the wind with the gin
It's the, Liks, rockin' like a six point six
I gotta pass the mic to J 'cause he can't hold it in
(I gotta let it all out)
They'll say I can't hold it in

The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie Lott
They'll say I can't hold it in
Let it all out
Damn, we gotta get that shit off our chest nigga
Packed up my Technics, now I'm on the West coast, now I

I'm J-Ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
(I can't hold it in)
That got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out

Anything you could do I could do fresher
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
There's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin' they can rhyme
I fold your clothes with your body still in 'em

They'll say I can't hold it in
(I gotta let it all out)
But their style is not buttah, it's more like Busta without the A

And I can't holt it in
Let it all out

We had you salivation like the dogs that be waitin'
I gotta let it all out
So tap into the cold while I torch MC's
The Likwit crew, comin' new like a fetus
The homes be like, "Where you been?" Man I been creatin'

Indeed it's, the nigga that be gettin' rappers heated
They'll say I can't hold it in
I gotta let it all out
I got your hoe cookin' my dinner

Let it all out

We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas
'Cause I'm committed, admit it, you was too legit to quit it
'Cause who's bad? Not Michael Jackson when I asked him
(I can't hold it in)
I get in 'em when I sin 'em, the Alkaholiks venom
Let it all out
(I can't hold it in)
I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like Donahue
I gotta, I gotta let it all out
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
The freshest DJ from the state of Ohio
(I gotta let it all out)
Action, lights and cameras ain't needed
Nots toe fucked with, used to brag and boast
I throw my shit deeper than Jeff Hostettler
(I gotta let it all out)
So while I be scoopin' bitches you rush the porno flicks
A nigga who stays, in the old school ways

All the Liks releases, become masterpieces
Oh Jeezus, my style is sick like pork greases
I even rock the mic for seven days with Toni Braxton
And I can't holt it in
I can't hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout
It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones

For the Kibbles n Bits, I love pits tits and rap hits
They'll say I can't hold it in
(I gotta let it all out)
With the vintage Olde Gold gettin' dusty in the cellar
I gotta, I gotta let it all out
And Bruce Lee flicks, and clockin' yaps with the Liks

I gotta let it all out
I gotta let it all out

They'll say I can't hold it in
So all aboard the J-Ro train to FunkyTown
I remember when you battled, cuttin' up Survival
(I can't hold it in)
And just like Joi boy, I make your bones ache man
'Cause I be itchin' for a scratch like the Force MD's
And just like Subways, I can make your days
I gotta let it all out
So yo what you got, 'cause god damn it's hot