Ayo, they came down, you know I know y'all get asses all the time But do me this favor I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us I want to know who's first up, you freestyle? Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack About to see this shit off, a Crackerjack Set it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack Set it off Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out To clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwing this Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just Get involved, roll with the souled, make the head nod Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract Make brothers say "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ram shack I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back In the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase Nowadays, turn in applications Rocking the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations On the Black watch, I own a black watch, although I'm Black watch You want to, confront who? A microphone check one two Complicated for ya (yeah) I got the naps that break the picks Plus the props from the Licks Ha ha, Loot Pack's on the rise Saying, "Licks licks licks boy, run your backside" Yo, J-Rocc, Mad Lib, my man Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention My division is itching for the switch Pitching upon the West coast, the best brad and boast Braggadocios, ferocious emotional osmosis I skip like a stone when I lake over a break I rip microphones and I take over the fake crews I wish I could sing like Smokey do But I'm vocally locin' with the Loot Pack crew I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do what I did Back in junior high, 'cause I'm fly with my Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic Static, in fact they case erase so stay off Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows And rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when The ill speak, plus the licks knot thick Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty Since eighty-three I been housing folks All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks It ain't another rapper in the country who can crunch me If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm digging I'm swigging on a Snapple 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces No releases on the two steel wheels Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills My niggas run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman So pass the weed to the top top seed With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers I be blowing up the spot like dynamite with one-liners Oh remind, are to my ex-bitch when I find ya I'm a smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back Get on the mic and show these niggas where you at Here I am doing shows, wall to wall Nate stacks tall I still won't fall Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps long You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts When AandR says go, you start with the dope verse And you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts selling But I'm not willing, to be uncovered from the depths of the under I'm under, for the duration The past present future revelation I gain the trunks of those who comprehend Because the know I send niggas through the other end Of this industry, commercial side envies me Females are freaking me, no time for 'em At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers Now I lay me down to sleep Don't sleep, I'm on the creep To invade the holes of the ill-minded I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy Wack to the skull-crack when I attack Unleashing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off I'm about to blast off Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it (You know what I'm saying?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K What is this? KLIX? Oh yeah. Where we at again? Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out Can we give a shout out? I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening To this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes On record 'cause you know we just flipping Everybody that's down with real hip-hop West coast East coast North and South
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