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Ayo, 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 want to know who's first up, you freestyle?

Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack

About to see this shit off, a 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 throwing this

Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just

Get involved, roll with the souled, 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 ram shack

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

Rocking the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations

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

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

Complicated for ya (yeah)

I got the naps that break the picks

Plus the props from the Licks

Ha ha, Loot Pack's on the rise

Saying, "Licks licks licks boy, run your backside"

Yo, J-Rocc, 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 itching for the switch

Pitching upon the West coast, the best brad and boast

Braggadocios, ferocious emotional osmosis

I skip like a 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 licks 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 been housing folks

All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks

It ain't another rapper in the country who 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 digging

I'm swigging 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 niggas 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 blowing up the spot like dynamite with one-liners

Oh remind, are to my ex-bitch when I find ya

I'm a 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 niggas where you at

Here I am doing 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 AandR says go, you start with the dope verse

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

But I'm not willing, 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 the know I send niggas through the other end

Of this industry, commercial side envies me

Females are freaking 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

Unleashing 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

(You know what I'm saying?) 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 listening

To this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes

On record 'cause you know we just flipping

Everybody that's down with real hip-hop

West coast East coast North and South