Episodes Lyrics - Singles - Lootpack

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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 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 

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 

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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 

'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 

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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 rotations 

Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentations 

On the island of Madlib Monroe 

CDP pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs 

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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 eyesights 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 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 

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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 

'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 

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, messin' 'em up 

This nigga's known as Medaphoar and I be the disrupt 

Vocally tearing you up from the ground up 

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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 '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" 

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"