Alright, we're back on WLIX is Voodoo and uh
Aiyyo, they down, you know I know y'all get asses all the time but do me this I want y'all to the freestyles for us I wanna know who's first up, you
Yo, yo, we got Crackerjack the Loot Pack 'Bout to se this shit off, ay Set it off, I know we on the radio, yo Set it off
Ya dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out To clench a fist and drop flows that papes like The Abyss All in this, wild when I'm throwin' this Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and
Get involved, roll with the sould, make the nod Look at the bash slash back, I kick the Make brothers say, "Damn, that rap's fat," recline ass back A smack-back and slap from Wild with the ramshack
I used to pick up the slack bed on the ramps back In the days, Eric, was in the, honey phase Nowadays, turn in Rockin' the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy
On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm You want to, confront A microphone check, one, two for ya, I got the naps that break the pics Plus the props from the
Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the Sayin', "Liks, liks, liks boy, run backside" Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man Just, get on the mic and please the jam
I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC My is itchin' for the switch Pitchin' upon the West coast, the best and boast Bragadocious, ferocious emotional
I skip like the stone when I lake a break I rip microphones and I take over the fake I I could sing like Smokey do But I'm locin' with the Loot Pack crew
I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, try to do what I did Back in junior high I'm fly with my tradition, total chaos rhythmatic Static, in fact they case erase so off
'Cause nobody knows how it goes with the And rows of hoes froze, chosen erosion on the lows when The ill speak, plus the knot thick Mad quick to rock ya lip, like Hip-Hop to
But yo freak this, I come with I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my Back in high school you didn't think I get nifty Now, I'm on magazine rack down at Thrifty
Since eighty-three, I've been folks All the way from Orange Country out to Oaks It ain't another rapper in the country can crunch me If you don't believe me, run up and try to me
I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm I'm swiggin' on a 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it I rock the mad vocab when my toe I'm so bad I make you flow bad when I blow lads to pieces
No releases on the two wheels Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than spills My run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains Rico kick that kind of shit that got more than Roger Troutman
So the weed to the top, top seed With lyrics as deadly as the VD's make ya lungs bleed Plus I dig like coal miners the crates of old timers I be blowin' up the spot like dynamite with
Oh, to my ex-bitch when I find ya I'ma smack you for them times I had to start Yes on the low, my nigga the hat to the back Get on the mic and show these where you at
Here I am doin' shows, to wall Nate stacks tall I still fall Never will I be sellout poverty, some believe in me Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps
You're dead wrong, all in all say the sale starts When A&R says go, you start the dope verse And you're sold, now, you're on when the record starts sellin' But I'm not willin' to be from the depths of the under
I'm under, for the duration, the past present revelation I gain the trunks of those who Because they know I send through the other end Of industry, commercial side envies me
are freakin' me, no time for 'em At least not yet, just a few that I will call I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your Now, I lay me down to sleep, sleep, I'm on the creep
To the holes of the ill-minded I it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy Wack to the when I attack Unleashin' chaos you're way off, so stay off, I'm about to blast off
Word is bond, on this snoop babe, how we do it And that's how we do it, on KLI, K, is this? KLIX? Oh yeah we at again? Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world Anyway, yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out
Can we give a shout out? I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes On 'cause you know we just flippin' Everybody that's down with real West coast, coast, North and South