Lootpack - Episodes ft. Kazi, God's Gift, Declaime, Oh No & Medaphoar | Текст песни

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• Episodes ft. Kazi, God's Gift, Declaime, Oh No & Medaphoar

[kazi]
Im down with all the illest, aint no crabs all around me
So put your head together, you still couldnt 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
Thats what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo
[kazi]
Yeah, you wanna fight dont ya, you wanna bite dont ya?
The involvement of a new coast is here
To take your soul, rearrange it with flows
Youre unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, aint 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 dont mix
And you dont even know youre waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, cuz your style aint 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 shouldnt have bit the next rapper
Now your minds confused, you lose, talkin bout you paid dues
[madlib]
Slay crews, when you aint 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 wont remember no plates
So dont have no mistakes, steppin over this way
[kazi]
Second to last, but not least, hey yo, kazis here to rip it
Ill take mcs, tie em up, and then split
Its like this, yo Im up on some bliz
Total techniques for the hip hop kids
[madlib]
Yo we puttin the lid on ya, if youre wack youre 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 mcs by the piles, for real
*radio skippping*
Episode #2: gods gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the tupperware
Its 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 youll learn
Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in laymans 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
*radio skipping*
Episode #3: declaime
Im 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 cant stand it
Yall 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
Ill take a toke and pass it to all my niggas,
To all my niggas...ta

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