(feat. Medaphoar)



[MADLIB]

Yo

Check it out y'all

94 and the loot pack is in the house

I be the Madlib the bad kid

Got my man J the Wildchild he's in the house

Oh No and his partner Medaphor

Got my mans dj romes cause he's good to go

Got my mans Can't Kick over there with the dread nappy hair

It goes like this y'all

Ah Rock, rock, rock on

Rock, Rock, rock, rock, rock on

Check it out check it out yo

Yo

Yo



[MADLIB]

I be the vocabulary adversary

Commentary out my area

My undersclaim bang shim shareef

The beat heard of Madlib

We murder whack kids

A lot ah boulder collar got ta rock the Bambaataa

Gotta lotta skills as smarter smaller than emmett otter

If the sun and the moon come together

Hot whether or not

I'm clever I got

The ill skits when I endeavor

Wreck shop and run the ill pop's

Busted abstractions

But the fractions the multiplication rock the nation

Like Haitian

I'm rushin through your station

Ace in the whole

I got the soul

Roll through your car soul

On the go

Dollars that fold

Now roll through your console

Hand bags and glad rags sag

Like my pants drag

Ya body tightens up and then echo's like I'm some cut throat

The slurred word professor

Plus the ill loot majesta

Like aunt ester address her

Cause I'm the fresha bright mic tester

So therefore, my illiterate techniques sneak upon emcees that be weak

My off type lingo return for the killing

Crazy like David from Wacco

Yo I'm here to rape foes

Ego's and high standards

I be droppin bombs from here to Vietnam

I'm on the track to show the wax be wrong

I'm dimming

The lights and for the women

I be in them

In fact many are standing because my flows are sending

My tapes you caught the vapors

Evaporate sucka's

My skills be the illest capers

On the mic I been raped ya

Long range strange versus come through the windpipe

Day and night

Twenty four hour styles be now in sight

But invite whack emcees through membrane

Focus on talents

Balance my waves

Continue as flav

On my display

Lyrical scripture

Venture rhymes Un sit cha

Here's a picture

Off type flow that hit cha, dit cha

Disappear wit cha

Equalize my variety

Destruction of my vocab makes a menace to society

So in my inner sanctum

I make sure hard core ships 'll kid um

Is in for WAR



[OH NO]

Yo

I'm not Spanish speaking

Ya vanish when this man is freakin

Ya friend was leakin

He barely understood this weekend

The comprehension or his interpretation

His perspiration

Made me want to hurt the nation

Of whack emcees in

With the flows that I'm exposing

Rather composing

Blows up like my names explosion

Lets speak extortion

When I possess this mic extension

Oh I forgot to mention

I rock this style with forcing

For the time being something simple from the temple

oop

Excuse me palace

Never had a callus

Now lets

Get deep

My malice

Is for ya

Rock the mic with intention of Conan the Destroyer

Your gonna have to suffer consequences while I'm on some missions

Can you stand the pain when I'm giving ya New Edition's

I rock the ill mad techniques that means

When I'm mad I freak

Feeling glad this week because I had to seek

Out non on the spot

Dropping styles from the top

Rapper

I shut you off quicker than the clapper



[MEDAPHOR]

Yo

Medaphor

When in the millionth I've deal and lyrical villain

be illin skills and techniques freaks the track

I drops the boulders

All my peeps are obsolete the feet folds

Its oil that's upon your fro's

I watch shows to bank rolls

Lyrical war stories behold

Behold my wifes execution

To make sure my money will grow

Mass confusion give delusion

Through your crew and fullmore

Infinities styles to my format

Death defying expedit vocab will end the whack drack

Trapped up in this hip hop mirror 	

Addicted to vicked whack brothas who down wit g funk

Or something whack emcees invented

I'm in it to win it

Ships of kid um

Medaphor representing true hip hop

huh

Mad emcees drop all the killin

I place my locals on the lock

Cause I'm down for the cause

I balls emcees zone causing your falls no straws I'm fatter and grabbing your skull

I pull upon the microphone yo

Can't handle my lyrical cat nip will stomp

Mad brotha's out from ballistical warfare's

Cause I declare war