Lootpack

Lootpack - Episodes songtekst

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*radio skipping*
 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

 *radio skippping*

 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

 *radio skipping*

 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

 *radio skipping*

 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

 *radio skipping*

 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
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Publisher: Stones Throw Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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