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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
Where I be and how I is ill
Hey yo, niggas always 'bout there shit is real
I gotta flex a Lex in my video
That's what half of these rappers be 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, it with flows
unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, no puttin' together
Restorin' your parts, leaving the rest for whatever

You talking 'bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna
But your flow be like oil and water, it mix
And you don't even know you're for your rhyme fix
But my sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
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 shouldn't bit the next rapper
Now mind's confused, you lose, talkin' 'bout you paid dues

Slay crews, when you even at phase two
Talking about take two? You get one take
Yo, my boys run fakes, run ya out of my estates
Plus they just might ya papes
Plus you 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 MC's, tie 'em up, and then split
It's this, yo I'm up on some bliz
Total for the hip hop kids

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

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

Track blazing a path of traveling freely
Beyond the vanity of border hindering
Progress intending to enhance those with
Recessive styles, on primal rage

pushing trivial, unimportant material
Virtually there, but still impaired
of views defusing the output of ya outlook
Confusing ya confidence, 'cuz you dwell on surface

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

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

The surviving as mass rotations
Resulting from hip hop experimentations
On the island of Madlib
CDP pouring beats down throat that 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 come at all costs, I must get mine
Suck up all the sun and then outshine

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

With fortys in my lap bust that old school bap
All this 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 in this ring

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

Fuck it, all panties down to ya
Bending back ass over microphone
Strangles all ya got chokes 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 that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, why some MC's get blitzed
Situations got your in control, that's how you roll
But don't step to M E D, because your will be fold

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

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

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

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

'Cuz everyday like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, how you roll
But step to Oh No, because your rhymes will be fold

In this game, I trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria
That's some next shit, material starts
But interior when y'all frauds claim imperial
Breaking down your while you listen to your superior

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

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

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

When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that
You bust back flips, lyrically get asked that
Is y'all crew all that when you bump that
by Lootpack, ya like "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 I feep I'm
The responsible
For you MC's kickin' lots of bull

I shit till the Eucalyptus
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
you up with my right hand and

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

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

Thirty minutes, prior to there
Claiming you had the to be
The dopest MC, that was the inactively
you ever said to Jack, you see

The day you took hip hop ya hands 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 rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get asked
Is y'all crew all that when you bump that
by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"