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Intro: (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


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