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

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

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

This be the Kazi, my niggas me Kaz
How it feel to be mixed up and lost?
First of all, you have bit the next rapper
Now your mind's confused, you lose, talkin' 'bout you dues

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

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

Yo, we puttin' the lid on ya, if wack you're a goner
'Cuz we on a war path, droppin' math we only wanna
this hip hop real, innovatin' new styles
Takin' out 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 tell a brain
Who complete with all terrain capabilities

Track trail blazing a of traveling freely
Beyond the vanity of border hindering
Progress intending to enhance those plagued
styles, relying on primal rage

Disengaged pushing trivial, unimportant
Virtually there, but visually impaired
Point of views defusing the output of ya
Confusing ya confidence, you dwell on surface knowledge

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

Into waste land fills fresh wells seeping
Poisonous corrosion as a proposition
Exposing flesh in nuclear
Forming glowing at the point of contact of deforming

The population as mass rotations
Resulting from advanced hip hop
On the island of Monroe
CDP pouring beats down your throat dissolve your vital organs

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

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

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

Knockin' niggas with what I bring
Crazy your way off
So swing ya partners are
Do the hump to my

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

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

in all black on the attack be Medaphoar so freeze back
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 spots so MC's stand clear

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

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

MC's out to get me from all of the I won
Med, comin' from the west, so where I'm from
Lyrically I got your locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme stop

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

In game, I ain't trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria
some next shit, material starts external
But also interior when y'all frauds imperial
down your inferior while you listen to your superior

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

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

I'm known as assassin' the west livin' it up
Kaliwild up the best, messin' 'em up
This known as Medaphoar and I be the disrupt
tearing you up from the ground up

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

Focus, Child representative of hip hop
Top 10 get mopped 10 times
My rhymes will into 30 thin lines 'cuz I feep I'm
The responsible
For you non-freestyling kickin' lots of bull

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

Find out you're a white man with a slight tan
Wild Child'll take ya ass out lightning
Fresh in the flesh, steadily enlighting mic
The fact that you lack the respect, got the mad knack of

Step to Jack and get to lower your whole lack of confidence
Ya bro's out there you have no composure
You unnoticibly to the back of thee
Open mic session ya little wack faculty

Thirty minutes, prior to getting
Claiming you had the to be
The MC, that was the most inactively
you ever 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, come on, come on, come on, on
My say, "La la la la"

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