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 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 ho 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 jesus my style is slick like pork greases and i can t holt it in i gotta let it all out they ll say i can t hold it in i gotta let it all out they ll say i can t hold it in i gotta let it all out they ll say 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 sun rays i can make your days we got more soul than james brown in 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 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 my cellar i throw my shit deeper than jeff hostetler 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 mma freak it when i mic it 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 troy 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 salivatin 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 butter it s more like butta without the a you never think of nuttin fresh to say the freshest dj from the state of ohio i remember winning battles cuttin up survival nots to be 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