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    (feat. Kazi, Gods Gift, Declaime, Oh No, Medaphoar)
    [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"
    [ Episodes Lyrics ]
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