| Lyrics: | 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
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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
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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
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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 it |
