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Artiste:Lootpack
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Album:Soundpieces: Da Antidote
Titre:Episodes
 
Date d'ajout:18/10/2007
Votes:Aucun vote     
Vues:105 fois
 
Paroles:featuring Kazi God's Gift Declaime Oh No Medaphoar



*radio skipping*





Episode #1: Kazi & Madlib



[Kazi]

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



[Madlib]

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



[Kazi]

Yeah, you wanna fight don't ya, you

wanna 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





[Madlib]

You talking bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna 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, cuz your

style ain't even Hip Hop related



*scratches*



[Kazi]

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



[Madlib]

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



[Kazi]

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





[Madlib]

Yo we puttin' the lid on ya, if you're wack you're a goner

Cuz we on a war

path, droppin' math cuz we only wanna

Keep this hip hop real, innovatin' new styles



Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real



*radio skippping*





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 ampedence 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, cuz 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 retations

Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentations



On the island of Madlib Monroe

CDP pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your

vital organs



*radio skipping*



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

sunrays and then outshine

Till I blind all eyesights all over the planet

When I

rhyme right, I outstand it

Cool with my ways, so chilled that most can't stand it



Y'all knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high

With fortys 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-C-L-A-I-M-E,

Doin my thang 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



*radio skipping*





Episode #4: Medaphoar & Oh No



Chorus: Medaphoar





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



[Medaphoar]

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



Chorus: Oh No



Cuz

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 Oh No, because your rhymes will be fold



[Oh No]

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

rhumatism

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, messin 'em up

This nigga's known as Medaphoar and I

be the disrupt

Vocally tearing you up from the ground up



*radio skipping*





Episode #5: Wild Child



Chorus: 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"



[Wild Child]

Focus, Wild Child representative

of hip hop, top 10 niggas get mopped 10 times

My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines

cuz 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 enlighting

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: 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
 
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