[{"id":27390236,"name":"Wlix","trackName":"Wlix","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Mixed Drinks: The Best Of Tha Alkaholiks","duration":235.598367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\nnext 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\nVoodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n*chaos ensues*\nE-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\nI know y'all get asses all the time\nBut do me this favor\nI want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\nI wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\nTash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\nabout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\nSet it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\nset it off\n\nOne: Crackerjack\n\nYa dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\nto clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\nAll in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\nNon-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\nGet involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\nLook at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\nMake brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\nA smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\nI used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\nin the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\nNowadays, turn in applications\nRockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\non the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\nYou want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\nComplicated for ya (yeah)\nI got the naps that break the pics\nPlus the props from the Liks\n\nHa haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\nSayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\nYo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\nJust, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\nTwo: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\nI bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\nMy division is itchin for the switch\nPitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\nBragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\nI skip like a stone when I lake over a break\nI rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\nI wish I could sing like Smokey do\nBut I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\nI'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\nBack in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\nVocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\nstatic, in fact they case erase so stay off\nCause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\nand rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\nThe ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\nMad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\nBut yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\nI'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\nBack in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\nNow I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\nSince eighty-three I been housin folks\nAll the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\nIt ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\nIf you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\nI flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\nI'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\nI rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\nI make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\nThree: Tash\nNo releases on the two steel wheels\nComes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\nMy niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\nRico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\nSo passs the weed to the top top seed\nWith lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\nPlus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\nI be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\nOh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\nI'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\nYes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\nGet on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\nFour: Wild Child\n\nHere I am doing shows, wall to wall\nNate stacks tall I still won't fall\nNever will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\nStill I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\nYou're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\nwhen A&R says go, you start with the dope\nand you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\nBut I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\nI'm under, for the duration\nThe past present future revelation\nI gain the trunks of those who comprehend\nBecause the know I send niggaz through the other end\nOf this industry, commercial side envies me\nFemales are freakin me, no time for em\nAt least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\nI'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nDon't sleep, I'm on the creep\nTo invade the holes of the ill-minded\nI find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\nWack to the skull-crack when I attack\nUnleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\nI'm about to blast off\n\nJ-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n(YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\nWhat is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\nWhere we at again?\nAh it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\nTash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\nJ-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\nE-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\nto this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\non record cause you know we just flippin\nJ-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\nWest coast East coast North and South","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wlix\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 'Mixed Drinks: The Best Of Tha Alkaholiks'\n  duration_ms: 235598\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\n  next 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\n  Voodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n  *chaos ensues*\n  E-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\n  I know y'all get asses all the time\n  But do me this favor\n  I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\n  I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\n  Tash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\n  about to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\n  Set it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\n  set it off\n\n  One: Crackerjack\n\n  Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\n  to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\n  All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\n  Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\n  Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\n  Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\n  Make brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\n  A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\n  I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\n  in the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\n  Nowadays, turn in applications\n  Rockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\n  on the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\n  You want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\n  Complicated for ya (yeah)\n  I got the naps that break the pics\n  Plus the props from the Liks\n\n  Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\n  Sayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\n  Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\n  Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\n  Two: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\n  I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\n  My division is itchin for the switch\n  Pitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\n  Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\n  I skip like a stone when I lake over a break\n  I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\n  I wish I could sing like Smokey do\n  But I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\n  I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\n  Back in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\n  Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\n  static, in fact they case erase so stay off\n  Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\n  and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\n  The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\n  Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\n  But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\n  I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\n  Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\n  Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\n  Since eighty-three I been housin folks\n  All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\n  It ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\n  If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\n  I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\n  I'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\n  I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\n  I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\n  Three: Tash\n  No releases on the two steel wheels\n  Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\n  My niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\n  Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\n  So passs the weed to the top top seed\n  With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\n  Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\n  I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\n  Oh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\n  I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\n  Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\n  Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\n  Four: Wild Child\n\n  Here I am doing shows, wall to wall\n  Nate stacks tall I still won't fall\n  Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\n  Still I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\n  You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\n  when A&R says go, you start with the dope\n  and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\n  But I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\n  I'm under, for the duration\n  The past present future revelation\n  I gain the trunks of those who comprehend\n  Because the know I send niggaz through the other end\n  Of this industry, commercial side envies me\n  Females are freakin me, no time for em\n  At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\n  I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\n  Now I lay me down to sleep\n  Don't sleep, I'm on the creep\n  To invade the holes of the ill-minded\n  I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\n  Wack to the skull-crack when I attack\n  Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\n  I'm about to blast off\n\n  J-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\n  What is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\n  Where we at again?\n  Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\n  Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\n  J-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\n  E-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\n  to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\n  on record cause you know we just flippin\n  J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\n  West coast East coast North and South\n"},{"id":9408474,"name":"WLIX","trackName":"WLIX","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":353.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\nnext 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\nVoodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n*chaos ensues*\nE-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\nI know y'all get asses all the time\nBut do me this favor\nI want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\nI wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\nTash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\nabout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\nSet it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\nset it off\n\nOne: Crackerjack\n\nYa dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\nto clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\nAll in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\nNon-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\nGet involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\nLook at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\nMake brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\nA smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\nI used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\nin the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\nNowadays, turn in applications\nRockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\non the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\nYou want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\nComplicated for ya (yeah)\nI got the naps that break the pics\nPlus the props from the Liks\n\nHa haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\nSayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\nYo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\nJust, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\nTwo: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\nI bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\nMy division is itchin for the switch\nPitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\nBragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\nI skip like a stone when I lake over a break\nI rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\nI wish I could sing like Smokey do\nBut I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\nI'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\nBack in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\nVocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\nstatic, in fact they case erase so stay off\nCause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\nand rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\nThe ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\nMad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\nBut yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\nI'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\nBack in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\nNow I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\nSince eighty-three I been housin folks\nAll the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\nIt ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\nIf you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\nI flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\nI'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\nI rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\nI make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\nThree: Tash\nNo releases on the two steel wheels\nComes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\nMy niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\nRico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\nSo passs the weed to the top top seed\nWith lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\nPlus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\nI be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\nOh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\nI'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\nYes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\nGet on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\nFour: Wild Child\n\nHere I am doing shows, wall to wall\nNate stacks tall I still won't fall\nNever will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\nStill I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\nYou're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\nwhen A&R says go, you start with the dope\nand you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\nBut I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\nI'm under, for the duration\nThe past present future revelation\nI gain the trunks of those who comprehend\nBecause the know I send niggaz through the other end\nOf this industry, commercial side envies me\nFemales are freakin me, no time for em\nAt least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\nI'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nDon't sleep, I'm on the creep\nTo invade the holes of the ill-minded\nI find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\nWack to the skull-crack when I attack\nUnleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\nI'm about to blast off\n\nJ-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n(YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\nWhat is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\nWhere we at again?\nAh it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\nTash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\nJ-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\nE-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\nto this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\non record cause you know we just flippin\nJ-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\nWest coast East coast North and South","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WLIX\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 353000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\n  next 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\n  Voodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n  *chaos ensues*\n  E-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\n  I know y'all get asses all the time\n  But do me this favor\n  I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\n  I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\n  Tash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\n  about to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\n  Set it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\n  set it off\n\n  One: Crackerjack\n\n  Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\n  to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\n  All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\n  Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\n  Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\n  Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\n  Make brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\n  A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\n  I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\n  in the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\n  Nowadays, turn in applications\n  Rockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\n  on the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\n  You want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\n  Complicated for ya (yeah)\n  I got the naps that break the pics\n  Plus the props from the Liks\n\n  Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\n  Sayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\n  Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\n  Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\n  Two: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\n  I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\n  My division is itchin for the switch\n  Pitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\n  Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\n  I skip like a stone when I lake over a break\n  I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\n  I wish I could sing like Smokey do\n  But I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\n  I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\n  Back in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\n  Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\n  static, in fact they case erase so stay off\n  Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\n  and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\n  The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\n  Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\n  But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\n  I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\n  Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\n  Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\n  Since eighty-three I been housin folks\n  All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\n  It ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\n  If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\n  I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\n  I'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\n  I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\n  I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\n  Three: Tash\n  No releases on the two steel wheels\n  Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\n  My niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\n  Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\n  So passs the weed to the top top seed\n  With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\n  Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\n  I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\n  Oh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\n  I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\n  Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\n  Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\n  Four: Wild Child\n\n  Here I am doing shows, wall to wall\n  Nate stacks tall I still won't fall\n  Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\n  Still I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\n  You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\n  when A&R says go, you start with the dope\n  and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\n  But I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\n  I'm under, for the duration\n  The past present future revelation\n  I gain the trunks of those who comprehend\n  Because the know I send niggaz through the other end\n  Of this industry, commercial side envies me\n  Females are freakin me, no time for em\n  At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\n  I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\n  Now I lay me down to sleep\n  Don't sleep, I'm on the creep\n  To invade the holes of the ill-minded\n  I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\n  Wack to the skull-crack when I attack\n  Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\n  I'm about to blast off\n\n  J-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\n  What is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\n  Where we at again?\n  Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\n  Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\n  J-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\n  E-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\n  to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\n  on record cause you know we just flippin\n  J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\n  West coast East coast North and South\n"},{"id":17097854,"name":"WLIX (Feat. Lootpack & Declaimé)","trackName":"WLIX (Feat. Lootpack & Declaimé)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":353.43093,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\nnext 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\nVoodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n*chaos ensues*\nE-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\nI know y'all get asses all the time\nBut do me this favor\nI want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\nI wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\nTash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\nabout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\nSet it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\nset it off\n\nOne: Crackerjack\n\nYa dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\nto clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\nAll in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\nNon-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\nGet involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\nLook at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\nMake brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\nA smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\nI used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\nin the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\nNowadays, turn in applications\nRockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\non the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\nYou want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\nComplicated for ya (yeah)\nI got the naps that break the pics\nPlus the props from the Liks\n\nHa haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\nSayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\nYo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\nJust, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\nTwo: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\nI bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\nMy division is itchin for the switch\nPitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\nBragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\nI skip like a stone when I lake over a break\nI rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\nI wish I could sing like Smokey do\nBut I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\nI'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\nBack in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\nVocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\nstatic, in fact they case erase so stay off\nCause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\nand rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\nThe ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\nMad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\nBut yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\nI'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\nBack in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\nNow I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\nSince eighty-three I been housin folks\nAll the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\nIt ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\nIf you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\nI flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\nI'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\nI rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\nI make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\nThree: Tash\nNo releases on the two steel wheels\nComes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\nMy niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\nRico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\nSo passs the weed to the top top seed\nWith lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\nPlus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\nI be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\nOh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\nI'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\nYes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\nGet on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\nFour: Wild Child\n\nHere I am doing shows, wall to wall\nNate stacks tall I still won't fall\nNever will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\nStill I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\nYou're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\nwhen A&R says go, you start with the dope\nand you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\nBut I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\nI'm under, for the duration\nThe past present future revelation\nI gain the trunks of those who comprehend\nBecause the know I send niggaz through the other end\nOf this industry, commercial side envies me\nFemales are freakin me, no time for em\nAt least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\nI'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nDon't sleep, I'm on the creep\nTo invade the holes of the ill-minded\nI find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\nWack to the skull-crack when I attack\nUnleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\nI'm about to blast off\n\nJ-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n(YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\nWhat is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\nWhere we at again?\nAh it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\nTash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\nJ-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\nE-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\nto this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\non record cause you know we just flippin\nJ-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\nWest coast East coast North and South","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WLIX (Feat. Lootpack & Declaimé)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 353431\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\n  next 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\n  Voodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n  *chaos ensues*\n  E-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\n  I know y'all get asses all the time\n  But do me this favor\n  I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\n  I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\n  Tash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\n  about to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\n  Set it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\n  set it off\n\n  One: Crackerjack\n\n  Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\n  to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\n  All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\n  Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\n  Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\n  Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\n  Make brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\n  A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\n  I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\n  in the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\n  Nowadays, turn in applications\n  Rockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\n  on the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\n  You want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\n  Complicated for ya (yeah)\n  I got the naps that break the pics\n  Plus the props from the Liks\n\n  Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\n  Sayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\n  Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\n  Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\n  Two: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\n  I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\n  My division is itchin for the switch\n  Pitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\n  Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\n  I skip like a stone when I lake over a break\n  I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\n  I wish I could sing like Smokey do\n  But I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\n  I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\n  Back in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\n  Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\n  static, in fact they case erase so stay off\n  Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\n  and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\n  The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\n  Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\n  But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\n  I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\n  Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\n  Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\n  Since eighty-three I been housin folks\n  All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\n  It ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\n  If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\n  I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\n  I'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\n  I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\n  I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\n  Three: Tash\n  No releases on the two steel wheels\n  Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\n  My niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\n  Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\n  So passs the weed to the top top seed\n  With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\n  Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\n  I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\n  Oh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\n  I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\n  Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\n  Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\n  Four: Wild Child\n\n  Here I am doing shows, wall to wall\n  Nate stacks tall I still won't fall\n  Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\n  Still I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\n  You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\n  when A&R says go, you start with the dope\n  and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\n  But I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\n  I'm under, for the duration\n  The past present future revelation\n  I gain the trunks of those who comprehend\n  Because the know I send niggaz through the other end\n  Of this industry, commercial side envies me\n  Females are freakin me, no time for em\n  At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\n  I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\n  Now I lay me down to sleep\n  Don't sleep, I'm on the creep\n  To invade the holes of the ill-minded\n  I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\n  Wack to the skull-crack when I attack\n  Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\n  I'm about to blast off\n\n  J-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\n  What is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\n  Where we at again?\n  Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\n  Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\n  J-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\n  E-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\n  to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\n  on record cause you know we just flippin\n  J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\n  West coast East coast North and South\n"},{"id":10270634,"name":"WLIX","trackName":"WLIX","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. Lootpack & Declaime","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":352.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\nnext 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\nVoodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n*chaos ensues*\nE-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\nI know y'all get asses all the time\nBut do me this favor\nI want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\nI wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\nTash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\nabout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\nSet it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\nset it off\n\nOne: Crackerjack\n\nYa dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\nto clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\nAll in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\nNon-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\nGet involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\nLook at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\nMake brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\nA smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\nI used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\nin the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\nNowadays, turn in applications\nRockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\non the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\nYou want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\nComplicated for ya (yeah)\nI got the naps that break the pics\nPlus the props from the Liks\n\nHa haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\nSayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\nYo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\nJust, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\nTwo: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\nI bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\nMy division is itchin for the switch\nPitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\nBragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\nI skip like a stone when I lake over a break\nI rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\nI wish I could sing like Smokey do\nBut I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\nI'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\nBack in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\nVocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\nstatic, in fact they case erase so stay off\nCause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\nand rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\nThe ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\nMad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\nBut yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\nI'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\nBack in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\nNow I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\nSince eighty-three I been housin folks\nAll the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\nIt ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\nIf you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\nI flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\nI'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\nI rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\nI make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\nThree: Tash\nNo releases on the two steel wheels\nComes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\nMy niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\nRico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\nSo passs the weed to the top top seed\nWith lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\nPlus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\nI be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\nOh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\nI'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\nYes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\nGet on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\nFour: Wild Child\n\nHere I am doing shows, wall to wall\nNate stacks tall I still won't fall\nNever will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\nStill I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\nYou're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\nwhen A&R says go, you start with the dope\nand you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\nBut I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\nI'm under, for the duration\nThe past present future revelation\nI gain the trunks of those who comprehend\nBecause the know I send niggaz through the other end\nOf this industry, commercial side envies me\nFemales are freakin me, no time for em\nAt least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\nI'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nDon't sleep, I'm on the creep\nTo invade the holes of the ill-minded\nI find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\nWack to the skull-crack when I attack\nUnleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\nI'm about to blast off\n\nJ-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n(YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\nWhat is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\nWhere we at again?\nAh it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\nTash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\nJ-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\nE-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\nto this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\non record cause you know we just flippin\nJ-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\nWest coast East coast North and South","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WLIX\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. Lootpack & Declaime\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 352000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\n  next 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\n  Voodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n  *chaos ensues*\n  E-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\n  I know y'all get asses all the time\n  But do me this favor\n  I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\n  I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\n  Tash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\n  about to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\n  Set it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\n  set it off\n\n  One: Crackerjack\n\n  Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\n  to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\n  All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\n  Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\n  Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\n  Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\n  Make brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\n  A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\n  I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\n  in the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\n  Nowadays, turn in applications\n  Rockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\n  on the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\n  You want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\n  Complicated for ya (yeah)\n  I got the naps that break the pics\n  Plus the props from the Liks\n\n  Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\n  Sayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\n  Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\n  Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\n  Two: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\n  I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\n  My division is itchin for the switch\n  Pitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\n  Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\n  I skip like a stone when I lake over a break\n  I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\n  I wish I could sing like Smokey do\n  But I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\n  I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\n  Back in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\n  Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\n  static, in fact they case erase so stay off\n  Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\n  and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\n  The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\n  Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\n  But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\n  I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\n  Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\n  Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\n  Since eighty-three I been housin folks\n  All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\n  It ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\n  If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\n  I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\n  I'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\n  I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\n  I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\n  Three: Tash\n  No releases on the two steel wheels\n  Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\n  My niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\n  Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\n  So passs the weed to the top top seed\n  With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\n  Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\n  I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\n  Oh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\n  I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\n  Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\n  Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\n  Four: Wild Child\n\n  Here I am doing shows, wall to wall\n  Nate stacks tall I still won't fall\n  Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\n  Still I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\n  You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\n  when A&R says go, you start with the dope\n  and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\n  But I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\n  I'm under, for the duration\n  The past present future revelation\n  I gain the trunks of those who comprehend\n  Because the know I send niggaz through the other end\n  Of this industry, commercial side envies me\n  Females are freakin me, no time for em\n  At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\n  I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\n  Now I lay me down to sleep\n  Don't sleep, I'm on the creep\n  To invade the holes of the ill-minded\n  I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\n  Wack to the skull-crack when I attack\n  Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\n  I'm about to blast off\n\n  J-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\n  What is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\n  Where we at again?\n  Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\n  Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\n  J-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\n  E-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\n  to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\n  on record cause you know we just flippin\n  J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\n  West coast East coast North and South\n"},{"id":12336433,"name":"WLIX","trackName":"WLIX","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. The Loot Pack & Declaime","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\nnext 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\nVoodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n*chaos ensues*\nE-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\nI know y'all get asses all the time\nBut do me this favor\nI want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\nI wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\nTash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\nabout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\nSet it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\nset it off\n\nOne: Crackerjack\n\nYa dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\nto clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\nAll in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\nNon-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\nGet involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\nLook at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\nMake brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\nA smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\nI used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\nin the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\nNowadays, turn in applications\nRockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\non the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\nYou want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\nComplicated for ya (yeah)\nI got the naps that break the pics\nPlus the props from the Liks\n\nHa haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\nSayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\nYo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\nJust, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\nTwo: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\nI bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\nMy division is itchin for the switch\nPitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\nBragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\nI skip like a stone when I lake over a break\nI rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\nI wish I could sing like Smokey do\nBut I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\nI'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\nBack in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\nVocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\nstatic, in fact they case erase so stay off\nCause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\nand rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\nThe ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\nMad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\nBut yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\nI'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\nBack in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\nNow I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\nSince eighty-three I been housin folks\nAll the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\nIt ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\nIf you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\nI flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\nI'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\nI rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\nI make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\nThree: Tash\nNo releases on the two steel wheels\nComes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\nMy niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\nRico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\nSo passs the weed to the top top seed\nWith lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\nPlus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\nI be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\nOh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\nI'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\nYes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\nGet on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\nFour: Wild Child\n\nHere I am doing shows, wall to wall\nNate stacks tall I still won't fall\nNever will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\nStill I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\nYou're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\nwhen A&R says go, you start with the dope\nand you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\nBut I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\nI'm under, for the duration\nThe past present future revelation\nI gain the trunks of those who comprehend\nBecause the know I send niggaz through the other end\nOf this industry, commercial side envies me\nFemales are freakin me, no time for em\nAt least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\nI'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\nNow I lay me down to sleep\nDon't sleep, I'm on the creep\nTo invade the holes of the ill-minded\nI find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\nWack to the skull-crack when I attack\nUnleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\nI'm about to blast off\n\nJ-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n(YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\nWhat is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\nWhere we at again?\nAh it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\nTash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\nJ-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\nE-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\nto this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\non record cause you know we just flippin\nJ-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\nWest coast East coast North and South","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WLIX\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. The Loot Pack & Declaime\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 354000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (first 0: 52 -- small club, Liks performing live\n  next 0: 20 -- sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured)\n\n  Voodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh\n  *chaos ensues*\n  E-Swift - Aiyyo, they came down, you know\n  I know y'all get asses all the time\n  But do me this favor\n  I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us\n  I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?\n  Tash - Yo yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack\n  about to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack\n  Set it off. I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack\n  set it off\n\n  One: Crackerjack\n\n  Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out\n  to clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss\n  All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this\n  Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just\n  Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod\n  Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract\n  Make brothers say \"Damn, that rap's fat,\" recline that ass back\n  A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack\n  I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back\n  in the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase\n  Nowadays, turn in applications\n  Rockin the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations\n  on the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch\n  You want to, confront who? A microphone check one two\n  Complicated for ya (yeah)\n  I got the naps that break the pics\n  Plus the props from the Liks\n\n  Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise\n  Sayin, \"Liks liks liks boy, run your backside\"\n  Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man\n  Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam\n\n  Two: Mad Lib, J-RO\n\n  I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention\n  My division is itchin for the switch\n  Pitchin upon the West coast, the best brad and boast\n  Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis\n\n  I skip like a stone when I lake over a break\n  I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs\n  I wish I could sing like Smokey do\n  But I'm vocally locin with the Loot Pack crew\n\n  I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do wht I did\n  Back in junior high, cause I'm fly with my\n  Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic\n  static, in fact they case erase so stay off\n  Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows\n  and rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when\n  The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick\n  Mad quick to rock ya lip, like hip-hop to grits\n\n  But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness\n  I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness\n  Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty\n  Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty\n  Since eighty-three I been housin folks\n  All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks\n  It ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me\n  If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me\n\n  I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin\n  I'm swiggin on a Snapple cause my crew be wicked when we gig it\n  I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs I'm so bad\n  I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces\n\n  Three: Tash\n  No releases on the two steel wheels\n  Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills\n  My niggaz run for the hills, I can track em through the mountains\n  Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman\n  So passs the weed to the top top seed\n  With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed\n  Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers\n  I be blowin up the spot like dynamite with one-liners\n  Oh reminde, r to my ex-bitch when I find ya\n  I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine\n  Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back\n  Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at\n\n  Four: Wild Child\n\n  Here I am doing shows, wall to wall\n  Nate stacks tall I still won't fall\n  Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me\n  Still I get my verbs on, my on, I raps long\n  You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts\n  when A&R says go, you start with the dope\n  and you're sold, now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin\n  But I'm not willin, to be uncovered from the depths of the under\n  I'm under, for the duration\n  The past present future revelation\n  I gain the trunks of those who comprehend\n  Because the know I send niggaz through the other end\n  Of this industry, commercial side envies me\n  Females are freakin me, no time for em\n  At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch\n  I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers\n  Now I lay me down to sleep\n  Don't sleep, I'm on the creep\n  To invade the holes of the ill-minded\n  I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy\n  Wack to the skull-crack when I attack\n  Unleasing crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off\n  I'm about to blast off\n\n  J-Ro - Word is bond! On this snoop babe, that's how we do it\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin?) And that's how we do it, on KLI, K\n  What is this? KLIX? Oh yeah\n  Where we at again?\n  Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world anyway\n\n  Tash - Yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out\n  J-Ro - Can we give a shout out?\n  E-Swift - I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's listening\n  to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes\n  on record cause you know we just flippin\n  J-Ro - Everybody that's down with real hip-hop\n  West coast East coast North and South\n"}]