[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 Braxton  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 Alize 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'll lose you like that jewelry that that bitch can't find  on BET, and yo it'll take a secret psychic  Cause even in the future I'ma freak it when I mic it    [Chorus]    [Tash]  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    [J-Ro]  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    [E-Swift]  I can't hold it in I gotta speak my mind  THere's a lotta half-ass niggaz thinkin they can rhyme  But their style is not buttah, it's more like Busta without the A  YOu never think of nuttin 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    [Tash]  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