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*radio skipping*
Episode #1: kazi & madlib
[kazi]
Im down with all the illest, aint no crabs all around me
So put your head together, you still couldnt find me
Where I be and how I live is ill
[madlib]
Hey yo, niggas always talkin bout there shit is real
"i gotta flex with a lex in my video"
Thats what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo
[kazi]
Yeah, you wanna fight dont ya, you wanna bite dont ya?
The involvement of a new coast is here
To take your soul, rearrange it with flows
Youre unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, aint no puttin together
Restorin your body parts, leaving the rest for whatever
[madlib]
You talking bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna flow
But your flow be like oil and water, it dont mix
And you dont even know youre waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, cuz your style aint even hip hop related
*scratches*
[kazi]
This be the kazi, my niggas call me kaz
How does it feel to be mixed up and lost?
First of all, you shouldnt have bit the next rapper
Now your minds confused, you lose, talkin bout you paid dues
[madlib]
Slay crews, when you aint even at phase two
Talking about take two? you only get one take
Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my estates
Plus they just might take ya papes, plus you wont remember no plates
So dont have no mistakes, steppin over this way
[kazi]
Second to last, but not least, hey yo, kazis here to rip it
Ill take mcs, tie em up, and then split
Its like this, yo Im up on some bliz
Total techniques for the hip hop kids
[madlib]
Yo we puttin the lid on ya, if youre wack youre a goner
Cuz we on a war path, droppin math cuz we only wanna
Keep this hip hop real, innovatin new styles
Takin out wack mcs by the piles, for real
*radio skippping*
Episode #2: gods gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the tupperware
Its the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain
Who came complete with all terrain capabilities
Track trail blazing a path of traveling freely
Beyond the vanity of border ampedence hindering
Progress intending to enhance those plagued with
Recessive styles, relying on primal rage
Disengaged pushing trivial, unimportant material
Virtually there, but still visually impaired
Point of views defusing the output of ya outlook
Confusing ya confidence, cuz you dwell on surface knowledge
Dig deeper into my speech or the only way youll learn
Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in laymans terms
We now have confirmation, pure order has swarmed
Like locusts consuming all vegetation
Into waste land fills fresh water wells seeping
Poisonous corrosion as a business proposition
Exposing flesh in nuclear explosions
Forming glowing boils at the point of contact of deforming
The surviving population as mass retations
Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentations
On the island of madlib monroe
Cdp pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs
*radio skipping*
Episode #3: declaime
Im cool with who I be, lyric slanger from cdp
Got shit locked up like slaves out at sea
Ya lost to the way I come across at all costs, I must get mine
Suck up all the sunrays and then outshine
Till I blind all eyesights all over the planet
When I rhyme right, I outstand it
Cool with my ways, so chilled that most cant stand it
Yall knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high
With fortys in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over this map, for I be that down ass, south cali poet,
Ya know it to be the d-e-c-l-a-i-m-e,
Doin my thang in this ring
Knockin niggas down with what I bring
Crazy chaos your way off
So swing ya partners are around
Do the hump to my sound
Fuck it, all panties down to ya ankles
Bending back ass over microphone entangles
Strangles all ya got chokes like chronic smoke
Ill take a toke and pass it to all my niggas,
To all my niggas...take two and pass
*radio skipping*
Episode #4: medaphoar & oh no
Chorus: medaphoar
Everyday its like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, thats why some mcs get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, thats how you roll
But dont step to m-e-d, because your rhymes will be fold
[medaphoar]
Straight in all black on the attack be medaphoar so freeze back
So rappin imitators get peeled back when Im in combat
I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when medaphoars near
My rhymes been set to blow up different spots so mcs stand clear
I fear no mcs alive because my dangerous rhyme
Survives battles worldwide, until my cities recognize
For every rhyme thats built to self destruct three seconds after the buck
Niggas better duck, or take that risk to get stuck
Its this do or die mentality that keeps ya mouth frying
Sippin on the e&j and smoking blunts stuffed with hawaiian chronic
For my homey shack in sb, rhymes on the shiesty
Niggas on the run when medaphoar is on the gun
Mcs out to get me from all of the battles I won
Med, comin from the west, so represents where Im from
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme dont stop
Chorus: oh no
Cuz everyday its like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, thats why some mcs get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, thats how you roll
But dont step to oh no, because your rhymes will be fold
[oh no]
In this game, I aint trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria
Thats some next shit, material starts external
But also interior when yall frauds claim imperial
Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior
Some niggas know me as "oh no"
But in reverse in ya in the middle, Im "on ya ho"
So slow your roll because I fold emcees like rhumatism
Syndrome and break em down like compression when I be up in em
I skip more mcs than scratch compilations cds
To have your speech in verbal poetical lyrical oddities
The hearts cold to make hell freeze, slash hot like a flame
I spread like dead grass up in the hills so run for your ass
Im known as assassin from the west livin it up
Kaliwild shakin up the best, messin em up
This niggas known as medaphoar and I be the disrupt
Vocally tearing you up from the ground up
*radio skipping*
Episode #5: wild child
Chorus: wild child
When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically youll get asked that
Is yall crew rally all that when you bump that
Track by lootpack, ya like "they off the hook, cat"
[wild child]
Focus, wild child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get mopped 10 times
My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines cuz I feep im
The responsible obstacle
For you non-freestyling mcs kickin lots of bull
I rock shit till the eucalyptus
Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic tells you,
"you cant rip this" Ill get it exited and, get the crowd hyped and
Slap you up with my right hand and
Find out youre a little white man with a slight tan
Wild childll take ya ass out like lightning
Fresh in the flesh, steadily enlighting this mic
The fact that you lack the respect, got the mad knack of incompetence
Step to jack and get smacked to lower your whole lack of confidence
Ya bros out there know you have no composure
You unnoticibly slide to the back of thee
Open mic session with ya little wack faculty
Thirty minutes, prior to getting there, claiming you had the knack to be
The dopest mc, that was the most inactively
Statement you ever said to jack, you see
The day you took hip hop into ya hands was an act of lunacy
So, if ya feel me, yo if ya feel me, party people say it
"la la la la", come on, come on, come on, come on...
My people say "la la la la"
Chorus: wild child
When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically youll get asked that
Is yall crew rally all that when you bump that
Track by lootpack, ya like "they off the hook, cat"
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