Tha Alkaholiks - WLIX lyrics

(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