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I'm down with all the illest no crabs all around me
So put your head together you still couldn't me
I be and how I live is ill
Hey yo, niggas always 'bout there shit is real
I gotta with a Lex in my video
That's what half of these rappers be 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
unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, ain't no together
Restorin' body 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 you're for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind
Amputated, your style ain't even hip hop related

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

Slay crews, you ain't even at phase two
Talking about take You only get one take
Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my
Plus they just might ya papes
Plus you remember no plates
So have no mistakes, steppin' over this way

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

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

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

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

Disengaged pushing trivial, material
Virtually there, but visually impaired
Point of views defusing the of ya outlook
Confusing ya confidence, 'cuz you on surface knowledge

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

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

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

I'm cool with who I be, slanger from CDP
Got shit 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 eyesights all over the
When I right, I out stand it
Cool with my ways, so chilled most can't stand it
Y'all me, the rhyme wise who stays high

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

niggas down with what I bring
Crazy your way off
So swing ya are around
Do the hump to my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Find out you're a little white man with a 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 smacked to lower your whole lack of
Ya bro's out know you have no composure
You unnoticibly slide to the back of
Open mic session ya little wack faculty

minutes, prior to getting there
Claiming you had the to be
The dopest MC, was the most inactively
Statement you ever to Jack, you see

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

When you bust that rhythmic freestyle 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"