Episodes (Lootpack)

I'm down with all the illest ain't no crabs all around me So put your head together you still couldn't find me Where I be and how I live is ill Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real "I gotta flex with a Lex in my video" That's what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo Yeah, you want to fight don't ya, you want to bite don't ya? The involvement of a new coast is here To take your soul, rearrange it with flows You're unknown, come across our line, you get blown Too many bids, ain't no puttin' together Restorin' your body parts, leaving the rest for whatever You talking bout you want to freestyle, you want to flow But your flow be like oil and water, it don't mix And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets Amputated, 'cause your style ain't even Hip Hop related This be the Kazi, my niggas call me Kaz How does it feel to be mixed up and lost? First of all, you shouldn't have bit the next rapper Now your mind's confused, you lose, talkin' bout you paid dues Slay crews, when you ain't even at phase two Talking about take two? You only get one take Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my estates Plus they just might take ya papes, plus you won't remember no plates So don't have no mistakes, steppin' over this way Second to last, but not least, hey yo, Kazi's here to rip it I'll take MC's, tie 'em up, and then split It's like this, yo I'm up on some bliz Total techniques for the hip hop kids Yo we puttin' the lid on ya, if you're wack you're a goner Cause we on a war path, droppin' math 'cause we only want to Keep this hip hop real, innovatin' new styles Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real Episode #2: God's Gift I have no strings to hold me down Beware of the Tupperware It's the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain Who came complete with all terrain capabilities Track trail blazing a path of traveling freely Beyond the vanity of border impedance hindering Progress intending to enhance those plagued with Recessive styles, relying on primal rage Disengaged pushing trivial, unimportant material Virtually there, but still visually impaired Point of views defusing the output of ya outlook Confusing ya confidence, 'cause you dwell on surface knowledge Dig deeper into my speech or the only way you'll learn Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in layman's terms We now have confirmation, pure order has swarmed Like locusts consuming all vegetation Into waste land fills fresh water wells seeping Poisonous corrosion as a business proposition Exposing flesh in nuclear explosions Forming glowing boils at the point of contact of deforming The surviving population as mass rotations Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentation's On the island of Madlib Monroe CDP pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs Episode #3: Declaime I'm cool with who I be, Lyric slanger from CDP Got shit locked up like slaves out at sea Ya lost to the way I come across at all costs, I must get mine Suck up all the sun rays and then outshine Till I blind all eye sights all over the planet When I rhyme right, I out stand it Cool with my ways, so chilled that most can't stand it y'all knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high With forty's in my lap bust that old school boom bap All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet, Ya know it to be The D-E-see-L-A-I-M-E, Doing my thing in this ring Knockin' niggas down with what I bring Crazy chaos your way off So swing ya partners are around Do the hump to my sound Fuck it, all panties down to ya ankles Bending back ass over microphone entangles Strangles all ya got chokes like chronic smoke I'll take a toke and pass it to all my niggas, to all my niggas, take two and pass Episode #4: Medaphoar and Oh No Everyday it's like a level in this game that we live Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some MC's get blitzed Situations got your mind in control, that's how you roll But don't step to M-E-D, because your rhymes will be fold Straight in all black on the attack be Medaphoar so freeze back So rappin' imitators get peeled back when I'm in combat I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when Medaphoar's near My rhyme's been set to blow up different spots so MC's stand clear I fear no MC's alive because my dangerous rhyme Survives battles worldwide, until my cities recognize For every rhyme that's built to self destruct three seconds after the buck Niggas better duck, or take that risk to get stuck It's this do or die mentality that keeps ya mouth frying Sippin on the E&J and smoking blunts stuffed with Hawaiian Chronic For my homey Shack in SB, rhymes on the shiesty Niggas on the run when Medaphoar is on the gun MC's out to get me from all of the battles I won Med, comin from the west, so represents where I'm from Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop In this game, I ain't trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria That's some next shit, material starts external But also interior when y'all frauds claim imperial Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior Some niggas know me as "Oh No" But in reverse in ya in the middle, I'm "on ya ho" So slow your roll because I fold emcees like rheumatism Syndrome and break 'em down like compression when I be up in 'em I skip more MC's than scratch compilations CD's To have your speech in verbal poetical lyrical oddities The heart's cold to make hell freeze, slash hot like a flame I spread like dead grass up in the hills so run for your ass I'm known as assassin from the west livin' it up Kaliwild shakin up the best, messing 'em up This nigga's known as metaphor and I be the disrupt Vocally tearing you up from the ground up Episode #5: Wild Child When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get asked that Is y'all crew rally all that when you bump that Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat" Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get mopped 10 times My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines 'cause I feep I'm The responsible obstacle For you non-freestyling MC's kickin' lots of bull I rock shit till the Eucalyptus Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic tells you, "You can't rip this" I'll get it exited and, get the crowd hyped and Slap you up with my right hand and Find out you're a little white man with a slight tan Wild Child'll take ya ass out like lightning Fresh in the flesh, steadily enlightening this mic The fact that you lack the respect, got the mad knack of incompetence Step to Jack and get smacked to lower your whole lack of confidence Ya bro's out there know you have no composure You unnoticibly slide to the back of thee Open mic session with ya little wack faculty Thirty minutes, prior to getting there, claiming you had the knack to be The dopest MC, that was the most inactively Statement you ever said to Jack, you see The day you took hip hop into ya hands was an act of lunacy So, if ya feel me, yo if ya feel me, party people say it "La La La La", come on, come on, come on, come on... my people say "La La La La" [Chorus]