(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 itchin for the switch
 Pitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast
 Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis
 I skip like a stone when I lake over a break
 I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs
 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 wht 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 Liks 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 housin folks
 All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks
 It ain't a, nother 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 diggin
 I'm swiggin 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
 Verse Three: Tash
 No releases on the two steel wheels
 Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills
 My niggaz 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 passs 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 blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners
 Oh reminde,r to my ex-bitch when I find ya
 I'ma 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 niggaz where you at
 Verse Four: Wild Child
 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 A&R says go, you start with the dope verse
 and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin
 But I'm not willin, 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 niggaz through the other end
 Of this industry, commercial side envies me
 Females are freakin 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
 Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off
 I'm about to blast off
 Outro:
 J-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it
 (YouknowhatI'msayin?) 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
 Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out
 J-Ro - Can we give a shout out?
 E-Swift - 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 flippin
 J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop
 West coast East coast North and South