Wlix

Rockin' the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations

Unleashin' crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off, I'm about to blast off
Because they know I send niggaz through the other end

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

Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back
Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers

With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed
All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks

It ain't another rapper in the country that can crunch me
I wish I could sing like Smokey do
The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick
You want to, confront who? A microphone check, one, two
And that's how we do it, on KLI, K, what is this? KLIX? Oh yeah
Look at the bash slash back, I kick the abstract
Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic

I make you flow bad like when I blow lads to pieces
So pass the weed to the top, top seed
No releases on the two steel wheels

Now, I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty
Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman
Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me

Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis
Everybody that's down with real Hip-Hop
Word is bond, on this snoop babe, that's how we do it
My niggaz run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains
I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers
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
But I'm vocally locin' with the Loot Pack crew
My division is itchin' for the switch

I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back
Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps long
And you're sold, now, you're on clearance when the record starts sellin'
I rock the mad vocab when my toe jabs I'm so bad
Oh, reminder to my ex-bitch when I find ya
I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?
Plus the props from the Liks
Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty
Static, in fact they case erase so stay off
I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy

Back in junior high 'cause I'm fly with my
And rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when
Set it off
Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam
All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin' this
I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine
I know y'all get asses all the time but do me this favor

Of this industry, commercial side envies me

Set it off, I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack
Mad quick to rock ya lip, like Hip-Hop to grits

Sayin', "Liks, liks, liks boy, run your backside"
On record 'cause you know we just flippin'
Pitchin' upon the West coast, the best brad and boast
Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out

Nate stacks tall I still won't fall
'Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows
I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin'
In the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase
Now, I lay me down to sleep, don't sleep, I'm on the creep
Yo, yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack
But I'm not willin' to be uncovered from the depths of the under
Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod
If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me
I'm swiggin' on a Snapple 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it
When A&R says go, you start with the dope verse

To clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss
'Bout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack
Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just
On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch

Make brothers say, "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back
I skip like the stone when I lake over a break
I gain the trunks of those who comprehend
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

But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness
Here I am doin' shows, wall to wall
Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise
Complicated for ya, I got the naps that break the pics
I be blowin' up the spot like dynamite with one-liners
Aiyyo, they came down, you know
I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us
Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man
Nowadays, turn in applications

Since eighty-three, I've been housin' folks
I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention
I rip microphones and I take over the fake crews
At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch
A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack
Females are freakin' me, no time for 'em
Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at
I'm under, for the duration, the past present future revelation
You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts
Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills

To invade the holes of the ill-minded

Wack to the skull-crack when I attack
I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do what I did