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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' 'bout there is real
I gotta with a Lex in my video
what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo

Yeah, you wanna fight don't ya, you wanna bite 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, ain't no puttin'
your body 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 even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, mind gets
Amputated, your style ain't even hip hop related

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

Slay crews, you ain't even at phase two
Talking take 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 have no mistakes, steppin' over this way

Second to last, but not least, hey yo, here 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' 'cuz we only wanna
Keep this hip hop real, innovatin' new
Takin' out MC's by the piles, for real

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

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

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

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

waste land fills fresh water wells seeping
Poisonous as a business proposition
flesh in nuclear explosions
Forming glowing at the point of contact of deforming

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

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

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

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

Knockin' down with what I bring
chaos your way off
So swing ya are around
Do the hump to my

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

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

in all black on the attack be Medaphoar so freeze back
So imitators get peeled back when 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 spots so stand clear

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

It's this do or die that keeps ya mouth frying
Sippin' on the E&J and smoking stuffed with Hawaiian Chronic
For my homey Shack in SB, on the shiesty
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 block when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to you up because the rhyme don't stop

'Cuz everyday like a level in this game that we live
Gotta to survive, that's why some 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 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 inferior you listen 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 MC's than scratch compilations CD's
To have your speech in poetical 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 known as from the west livin' it up
Kaliwild shakin' up the best, 'em up
nigga's known as Medaphoar and I be the disrupt
Vocally tearing you up the ground up

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

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

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

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

Step to Jack and get smacked to lower your lack of confidence
Ya bro's out there know you have no
You unnoticibly slide to the 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 inactively
Statement you ever to Jack, you see

The day you took hip hop into ya hands was an act of
So, if ya me, yo if ya feel 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 flow to be that abstract
You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get that
Is crew rally all that when you bump that
by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"