featuring Kazi God's Gift Declaime Oh No Medaphoar



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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



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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



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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



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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



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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