Intro:

(first 0:52 -- small club, Liks performing live

next 0:20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)

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

*chaos ensues*

E-Swift - 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?

Tash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack

about to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack

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

set it off

Verse One: Crackerjack

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 [yeah]

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

Verse Two: Mad Lib, J-RO

I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention

My division is it