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I'm down with all the illest ain't no crabs all me
So put your head together you still find me
I be and how I live is ill
Hey yo, niggas always 'bout there shit is real
I gotta flex a Lex in my video
That's what of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo

Yeah, you wanna don't ya, you wanna bite don't ya?
The of a new coast is here
To take your soul, rearrange it with
You're unknown, come across our line, you get
Too many bids, no puttin' together
Restorin' your parts, leaving the rest for whatever

You 'bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna flow
But your be like oil and water, it don't mix
And you don't even know waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your gets
Amputated, 'cuz your style ain't even hip hop

This be the Kazi, my call me Kaz
How does it feel to be up and lost?
First of all, you shouldn't have bit the rapper
Now your mind's confused, you lose, 'bout you paid dues

Slay crews, when you ain't at phase two
Talking about take two? You get one take
Yo, my just run fakes, run ya out of my estates
Plus they just take ya papes
you won't remember no plates
So don't have no mistakes, steppin' this way

to last, but not least, hey yo, Kazi's here to rip it
I'll take MC's, tie 'em up, and then
It's like this, yo I'm up on some
Total techniques for the hip hop

Yo, we puttin' the lid on ya, if you're wack a goner
we on a war path, droppin' math 'cuz we only wanna
Keep this hip hop real, new styles
out wack MC's by the piles, for real

I no strings to hold me down
of the Tupperware
It's the limited edition, prime series hum via a sport brain
Who came complete all terrain capabilities

Track trail blazing a path of traveling
Beyond the vanity of border hindering
Progress intending to those plagued with
Recessive styles, relying on rage

Disengaged pushing trivial, material
Virtually there, but still visually
of views defusing the output of ya outlook
Confusing ya confidence, 'cuz you dwell on knowledge

Dig into my speech or the only way you'll learn
Is to have a explain my rhymes in layman's terms
We now have confirmation, pure order has
Like locusts all vegetation

waste land fills fresh water wells seeping
Poisonous corrosion as a proposition
Exposing in nuclear explosions
Forming glowing boils at the point of of deforming

The surviving population as mass
from advanced hip hop experimentations
On the island of Monroe
CDP pouring beats down your throat that your vital organs

I'm cool who I be, lyric slanger from CDP
Got locked up like slaves out at sea
Ya to the way I come across at all costs, I must get mine
up all the sun rays and then outshine

Till I all eyesights all over the planet
When I rhyme right, I out it
Cool with my ways, so that most can't stand it
knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high

With in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet
Ya it to be The D E C L A I M E
my thang in this ring

Knockin' niggas with what I bring
Crazy chaos way off
So swing ya are around
Do the to my sound

it, all panties down to ya ankles
Bending back ass over entangles
Strangles all ya got chokes like chronic
I'll take a and pass it to all my niggas
To all my niggas, take two and

Everyday it's like a level in game that we live
Gotta to survive, that's why some MC's get blitzed
got your mind in control, that's how you roll
But don't step to M E D, your rhymes will be fold

Straight in all black on the attack be Medaphoar so freeze
So rappin' imitators get peeled back when I'm in
I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when Medaphoar's
My rhyme's been set to blow up different spots so stand clear

I fear no MC's because my dangerous rhyme
Survives worldwide, until my cities recognize
For every rhyme that's built to destruct three seconds after the buck
Niggas better duck, or that risk to get stuck

It's this do or die mentality that keeps ya mouth
Sippin' on the E&J and smoking blunts stuffed with Hawaiian
For my Shack in SB, rhymes on the shiesty
Niggas on the run Medaphoar is on the gun

MC's out to get me from all of the I won
Med, comin' from the west, so represents where I'm
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up the rhyme don't stop

'Cuz everyday it's a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why MC's get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, that's how you
But don't step to Oh No, because your rhymes be fold

In this game, I ain't to see that wack rhyme bacteria
That's some next shit, material external
But also interior when y'all claim imperial
Breaking down your inferior while you to your superior

Some niggas me as Oh No
But in in ya in the middle, I'm on ya ho
So slow your roll because I fold emcees like
Syndrome and break 'em down like when I be up in 'em

I skip more MC's than compilations CD's
To have your speech in verbal poetical oddities
The heart's cold to hell freeze, slash hot like a flame
I spread like grass up in the hills so run for your ass

I'm as assassin' from the west livin' it up
shakin' up the best, messin' 'em up
This nigga's as Medaphoar and I be the disrupt
Vocally tearing you up the ground up

When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get that
Is y'all crew rally all when you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya "They off the hook, cat"

Focus, Wild Child of hip hop
Top 10 niggas get mopped 10
My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines 'cuz I I'm
The responsible
For you non-freestyling MC's lots of bull

I rock shit the Eucalyptus
Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic you
You can't rip this, I'll get it and, get the crowd hyped and
you up with my right hand and

Find out a little white man with a slight tan
Child'll take ya ass out like lightning
Fresh in the flesh, steadily this mic
The fact you lack the respect, got the mad knack of incompetence

Step to Jack and get smacked to your whole lack of confidence
Ya bro's out there know you no composure
You slide to the back of thee
Open mic session with ya little wack

Thirty minutes, prior to getting
Claiming you had the to be
The dopest MC, that was the most
Statement you said to Jack, you see

The day you took hip hop into ya was an act of lunacy
So, if ya feel me, yo if ya feel me, party say it
La la la la, on, come on, come on, come on
My say, "La la la la"

When you that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, you'll get asked that
Is crew rally all that when you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya "They off the hook, cat"