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

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

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

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

Slay crews, you ain't even at phase two
Talking about two? You only get one take
Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my
Plus they might take ya papes
you won't remember no plates
So don't have no mistakes, steppin' 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
It's like this, yo I'm up on some
Total for the hip hop kids

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

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

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

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

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

Into waste land fills water wells seeping
Poisonous corrosion as a business
flesh in nuclear explosions
Forming glowing boils at the of contact of deforming

The surviving population as mass
Resulting from hip hop experimentations
On the island of Madlib
CDP beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs

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

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

With fortys in my lap bust 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
Doin' my thang in ring

Knockin' niggas down what I bring
chaos your way off
So swing ya partners are
Do the to my sound

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

Everyday it's like a level in this game we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some MC's get
Situations got your mind in control, that's how you
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' get peeled back when I'm in combat
I got them rhymes to ya shake the spot when Medaphoar's near
My rhyme's been set to blow up different spots so MC's stand

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

It's this do or die mentality keeps ya mouth frying
Sippin' on the E&J and blunts stuffed with Hawaiian Chronic
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 I'm from
I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't

'Cuz everyday like a level in this 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 step to Oh No, because your rhymes will be fold

In this game, I ain't trying to see that rhyme bacteria
That's next shit, material starts external
But also interior when y'all frauds claim
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 emcees like rheumatism
Syndrome and break 'em like compression when I be up in 'em

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

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

When you bust that freestyle flow to be that abstract
You back flips, lyrically you'll get asked 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 10 times
My rhymes will transform into 30 lines 'cuz I feep I'm
The obstacle
For you non-freestyling MC's lots of bull

I rock shit till the
Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic you
You rip this, I'll get it exited and, get the crowd hyped and
Slap you up my right hand and

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

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

Thirty minutes, prior to there
you had the knack to be
The dopest MC, that was the most
Statement you ever to Jack, you see

The day you hip hop into ya hands was an act of lunacy
So, if ya feel me, yo if ya me, party people say it
La la la la, come on, 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 y'all crew rally all that when you bump
Track by Lootpack, ya "They off the hook, cat"