Wlix Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh 

Aiyyo, they came down, you know 

I know y'all get asses all the time but do me this favor 

I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us 

I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle? 

Yo, yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack 

'Bout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack 

Set it off, I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack 

Set it off 

Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out 

To clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss 

All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin' this 

Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just 

Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod 

Look at the bash slash back, I kick the abstract 

Make brothers say, "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back 

A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack 

I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back 

In the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase 

Nowadays, turn in applications 

Rockin' the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations 

On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch 

You want to, confront who? A microphone check, one, two 

Complicated for ya, I got the naps that break the pics 

Plus the props from the Liks 

Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise 

Sayin', "Liks, liks, liks boy, run your backside" 

Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man 

Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam 

I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention 

My division is itchin' for the switch 

Pitchin' upon the West coast, the best brad and boast 

Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis 

I skip like the stone when I lake over a break 

I rip microphones and I take over the fake crews 

I wish I could sing like Smokey do 

But I'm vocally locin' with the Loot Pack crew 

I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do what I did 

Back in junior high 'cause I'm fly with my 

Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic 

Static, in fact they case erase so stay off 

'Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows 

And rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when 

The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick 

Mad quick to rock ya lip, like Hip-Hop to grits 

But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness 

I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness 

Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty 

Now, I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty 

Since eighty-three, I've been housin' folks 

All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks 

It ain't another rapper in the country that can crunch me 

If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me 

I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin' 

I'm swiggin' on a Snapple 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it 

I rock the mad vocab when my toe jabs I'm so bad 

I make you flow bad like when I blow lads to pieces 

No releases on the two steel wheels 

Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills 

My niggaz run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains 

Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman 

So pass the weed to the top, top seed 

With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed 

Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers 

I be blowin' up the spot like dynamite with one-liners 

Oh, reminder to my ex-bitch when I find ya 

I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine 

Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back 

Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at 

Here I am doin' shows, wall to wall 

Nate stacks tall I still won't fall 

Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me 

Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps long 

You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts 

When A&R says go, you start with the dope verse 

And you're sold, now, you're on clearance when the record starts sellin' 

But I'm not willin' to be uncovered from the depths of the under 

I'm under, for the duration, the past present future revelation 

I gain the trunks of those who comprehend 

Because they know I send niggaz through the other end 

Of this industry, commercial side envies me 

Females are freakin' me, no time for 'em 

At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch 

I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers 

Now, I lay me down to sleep, don't sleep, I'm on the creep 

To invade the holes of the ill-minded 

I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy 

Wack to the skull-crack when I attack 

Unleashin' crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off, I'm about to blast off 

Word is bond, on this snoop babe, that's how we do it 

And that's how we do it, on KLI, K, what is this? KLIX? Oh yeah 

Where 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 Listenin' to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes 

On record 'cause you know we just flippin' 

Everybody that's down with real Hip-Hop 

West coast, East coast, North and South