| Song | Episodes |
| Artist | Lootpack |
| Album | Soundpieces: Da Antidote! |
| *radio skipping* | |
| Episode #1：kazi & madlib | |
| [kazi] | |
| I'm down with all the illest, ain't no crabs all around me | |
| So put your head together, you still couldn't find me | |
| Where i be and how i live is ill | |
| [madlib] | |
| Hey yo, niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real | |
| "i gotta flex with a lex in my video" | |
| That's what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo | |
| [kazi] | |
| Yeah, you wanna fight don't ya, you wanna bite don't ya? | |
| The involvement of a new coast is here | |
| To take your soul, rearrange it with flows | |
| You're unknown, come across our line, you get blown | |
| Too many bids, ain't no puttin' together | |
| Restorin' your body parts, leaving the rest for whatever | |
| [madlib] | |
| You talking bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna flow | |
| But your flow be like oil and water, it don't mix | |
| And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix | |
| But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets | |
| Amputated, cuz your style ain't even hip hop related | |
| *scratches* | |
| [kazi] | |
| This be the kazi, my niggas call me kaz | |
| How does it feel to be mixed up and lost? | |
| First of all, you shouldn't have bit the next rapper | |
| Now your mind's confused, you lose, talkin' bout you paid dues | |
| [madlib] | |
| Slay crews, when you ain't even at phase two | |
| Talking about take two? you only get one take | |
| Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my estates | |
| Plus they just might take ya papes, plus you won't remember no plates | |
| So don't have no mistakes, steppin' over this way | |
| [kazi] | |
| Second to last, but not least, hey yo, kazi's here to rip it | |
| I'll take mc's, tie 'em up, and then split | |
| It's like this, yo i'm up on some bliz | |
| Total techniques for the hip hop kids | |
| [madlib] | |
| Yo we puttin' the lid on ya, if you're wack you're a goner | |
| Cuz we on a war path, droppin' math cuz we only wanna | |
| Keep this hip hop real, innovatin' new styles | |
| Takin' out wack mc's by the piles, for real | |
| *radio skippping* | |
| Episode #2: god's gift | |
| I have no strings to hold me down | |
| Beware of the tupperware | |
| It's the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain | |
| Who came complete with all terrain capabilities | |
| Track trail blazing a path of traveling freely | |
| Beyond the vanity of border ampedence hindering | |
| Progress intending to enhance those plagued with | |
| Recessive styles, relying on primal rage | |
| Disengaged pushing trivial, unimportant material | |
| Virtually there, but still visually impaired | |
| Point of views defusing the output of ya outlook | |
| Confusing ya confidence, cuz you dwell on surface knowledge | |
| Dig deeper into my speech or the only way you'll learn | |
| Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in layman's terms | |
| We now have confirmation, pure order has swarmed | |
| Like locusts consuming all vegetation | |
| Into waste land fills fresh water wells seeping | |
| Poisonous corrosion as a business proposition | |
| Exposing flesh in nuclear explosions | |
| Forming glowing boils at the point of contact of deforming | |
| The surviving population as mass retations | |
| Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentations | |
| On the island of madlib monroe | |
| Cdp pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs | |
| *radio skipping* | |
| Episode #3: declaime | |
| I'm cool with who i be, lyric slanger from cdp | |
| Got shit locked up like slaves out at sea | |
| Ya lost to the way i come across at all costs, i must get mine | |
| Suck up all the sunrays and then outshine | |
| Till i blind all eyesights all over the planet | |
| When i rhyme right, i outstand it | |
| Cool with my ways, so chilled that most can't stand it | |
| Y'all knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high | |
| With fortys in my lap bust that old school boom bap | |
| All over this map, for i be that down ass, south cali poet, | |
| Ya know it to be the d-e-c-l-a-i-m-e, | |
| Doin my thang in this ring | |
| Knockin' niggas down with what i bring | |
| Crazy chaos your way off | |
| So swing ya partners are around | |
| Do the hump to my sound | |
| Fuck it, all panties down to ya ankles | |
| Bending back ass over microphone entangles | |
| Strangles all ya got chokes like chronic smoke | |
| I'll take a toke and pass it to all my niggas, | |
| To all my niggas...take two and pass | |
| *radio skipping* | |
| Episode #4: medaphoar & oh no | |
| Chorus: medaphoar | |
| Everyday it's like a level in this game that we live | |
| Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some mc's get blitzed | |
| Situations got your mind in control, that's how you roll | |
| But don't step to m-e-d, because your rhymes will be fold | |
| [medaphoar] | |
| Straight in all black on the attack be medaphoar so freeze back | |
| So rappin' imitators get peeled back when i'm in combat | |
| I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when medaphoar's near | |
| My rhyme's been set to blow up different spots so mc's stand clear | |
| I fear no mc's alive because my dangerous rhyme | |
| Survives battles worldwide, until my cities recognize | |
| For every rhyme that's built to self destruct three seconds after the buck | |
| Niggas better duck, or take that risk to get stuck | |
| It's this do or die mentality that keeps ya mouth frying | |
| Sippin on the e&j and smoking blunts stuffed with hawaiian chronic | |
| For my homey shack in sb, rhymes on the shiesty | |
| Niggas on the run when medaphoar is on the gun | |
| Mc's out to get me from all of the battles i won | |
| Med, comin from the west, so represents where i'm from | |
| Lyrically i got your block locked when i drop this hip hop | |
| Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop | |
| Chorus: oh no | |
| Cuz everyday it's like a level in this game that we live | |
| Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some mc's get blitzed | |
| Situations got your mind in control, that's how you roll | |
| But don't step to oh no, because your rhymes will be fold | |
| [oh no] | |
| In this game, i ain't trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria | |
| That's some next shit, material starts external | |
| But also interior when y'all frauds claim imperial | |
| Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior | |
| Some niggas know me as "oh no" | |
| But in reverse in ya in the middle, i'm "on ya ho" | |
| So slow your roll because i fold emcees like rhumatism | |
| Syndrome and break 'em down like compression when i be up in 'em | |
| I skip more mc's than scratch compilations cd's | |
| To have your speech in verbal poetical lyrical oddities | |
| The heart's cold to make hell freeze, slash hot like a flame | |
| I spread like dead grass up in the hills so run for your ass | |
| I'm known as assassin from the west livin' it up | |
| Kaliwild shakin up the best, messin 'em up | |
| This nigga's known as medaphoar and i be the disrupt | |
| Vocally tearing you up from the ground up | |
| *radio skipping* | |
| Episode #5: wild child | |
| Chorus: wild child | |
| When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract | |
| You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get asked that | |
| Is y'all crew rally all that when you bump that | |
| Track by lootpack, ya like "they off the hook, cat" | |
| [wild child] | |
| Focus, wild child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get mopped 10 times | |
| My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines cuz i feep i'm | |
| The responsible obstacle | |
| For you non-freestyling mc's kickin' lots of bull | |
| I rock shit till the eucalyptus | |
| Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic tells you, | |
| "you can't rip this" i'll get it exited and, get the crowd hyped and | |
| Slap you up with my right hand and | |
| Find out you're a little white man with a slight tan | |
| Wild child'll take ya ass out like lightning | |
| Fresh in the flesh, steadily enlighting this mic | |
| The fact that you lack the respect, got the mad knack of incompetence | |
| Step to jack and get smacked to lower your whole lack of confidence | |
| Ya bro's out there know you have no composure | |
| You unnoticibly slide to the back of thee | |
| Open mic session with ya little wack faculty | |
| Thirty minutes, prior to getting there, claiming you had the knack to be | |
| The dopest mc, that was the most inactively | |
| Statement you ever said to jack, you see | |
| The day you took hip hop into ya hands was an act of lunacy | |
| So, if ya feel me, yo if ya feel me, party people say it | |
| "la la la la", come on, come on, come on, come on... | |
| My people say "la la la la" | |
| Chorus: wild child | |
| When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract | |
| You bust back flips, lyrically you'll get asked that | |
| Is y'all crew rally all that when you bump that | |
| Track by lootpack, ya like "they off the hook, cat" |
| radio skipping | |
| Episode 1: kazi madlib | |
| kazi | |
| I' m down with all the illest, ain' t no crabs all around me | |
| So put your head together, you still couldn' t find me | |
| Where i be and how i live is ill | |
| madlib | |
| Hey yo, niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real | |
| " i gotta flex with a lex in my video" | |
| That' s what half of these rappers be thinking in every city, yo | |
| kazi | |
| Yeah, you wanna fight don' t ya, you wanna bite don' t ya? | |
| The involvement of a new coast is here | |
| To take your soul, rearrange it with flows | |
| You' re unknown, come across our line, you get blown | |
| Too many bids, ain' t no puttin' together | |
| Restorin' your body parts, leaving the rest for whatever | |
| madlib | |
| You talking bout you wanna freestyle, you wanna flow | |
| But your flow be like oil and water, it don' t mix | |
| And you don' t even know you' re waiting for your rhyme fix | |
| But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets | |
| Amputated, cuz your style ain' t even hip hop related | |
| scratches | |
| kazi | |
| This be the kazi, my niggas call me kaz | |
| How does it feel to be mixed up and lost? | |
| First of all, you shouldn' t have bit the next rapper | |
| Now your mind' s confused, you lose, talkin' bout you paid dues | |
| madlib | |
| Slay crews, when you ain' t even at phase two | |
| Talking about take two? you only get one take | |
| Yo, my boys just run fakes, run ya out of my estates | |
| Plus they just might take ya papes, plus you won' t remember no plates | |
| So don' t have no mistakes, steppin' over this way | |
| kazi | |
| Second to last, but not least, hey yo, kazi' s here to rip it | |
| I' ll take mc' s, tie ' em up, and then split | |
| It' s like this, yo i' m up on some bliz | |
| Total techniques for the hip hop kids | |
| madlib | |
| Yo we puttin' the lid on ya, if you' re wack you' re a goner | |
| Cuz we on a war path, droppin' math cuz we only wanna | |
| Keep this hip hop real, innovatin' new styles | |
| Takin' out wack mc' s by the piles, for real | |
| radio skippping | |
| Episode 2: god' s gift | |
| I have no strings to hold me down | |
| Beware of the tupperware | |
| It' s the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain | |
| Who came complete with all terrain capabilities | |
| Track trail blazing a path of traveling freely | |
| Beyond the vanity of border ampedence hindering | |
| Progress intending to enhance those plagued with | |
| Recessive styles, relying on primal rage | |
| Disengaged pushing trivial, unimportant material | |
| Virtually there, but still visually impaired | |
| Point of views defusing the output of ya outlook | |
| Confusing ya confidence, cuz you dwell on surface knowledge | |
| Dig deeper into my speech or the only way you' ll learn | |
| Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in layman' s terms | |
| We now have confirmation, pure order has swarmed | |
| Like locusts consuming all vegetation | |
| Into waste land fills fresh water wells seeping | |
| Poisonous corrosion as a business proposition | |
| Exposing flesh in nuclear explosions | |
| Forming glowing boils at the point of contact of deforming | |
| The surviving population as mass retations | |
| Resulting from advanced hip hop experimentations | |
| On the island of madlib monroe | |
| Cdp pouring beats down your throat that dissolve your vital organs | |
| radio skipping | |
| Episode 3: declaime | |
| I' m cool with who i be, lyric slanger from cdp | |
| Got shit locked up like slaves out at sea | |
| Ya lost to the way i come across at all costs, i must get mine | |
| Suck up all the sunrays and then outshine | |
| Till i blind all eyesights all over the planet | |
| When i rhyme right, i outstand it | |
| Cool with my ways, so chilled that most can' t stand it | |
| Y' all knows me, the rhyme wise who stays high | |
| With fortys in my lap bust that old school boom bap | |
| All over this map, for i be that down ass, south cali poet, | |
| Ya know it to be the declaime, | |
| Doin my thang in this ring | |
| Knockin' niggas down with what i bring | |
| Crazy chaos your way off | |
| So swing ya partners are around | |
| Do the hump to my sound | |
| Fuck it, all panties down to ya ankles | |
| Bending back ass over microphone entangles | |
| Strangles all ya got chokes like chronic smoke | |
| I' ll take a toke and pass it to all my niggas, | |
| To all my niggas... take two and pass | |
| radio skipping | |
| Episode 4: medaphoar oh no | |
| Chorus: medaphoar | |
| Everyday it' s like a level in this game that we live | |
| Gotta struggle to survive, that' s why some mc' s get blitzed | |
| Situations got your mind in control, that' s how you roll | |
| But don' t step to med, because your rhymes will be fold | |
| medaphoar | |
| Straight in all black on the attack be medaphoar so freeze back | |
| So rappin' imitators get peeled back when i' m in combat | |
| I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when medaphoar' s near | |
| My rhyme' s been set to blow up different spots so mc' s stand clear | |
| I fear no mc' s alive because my dangerous rhyme | |
| Survives battles worldwide, until my cities recognize | |
| For every rhyme that' s built to self destruct three seconds after the buck | |
| Niggas better duck, or take that risk to get stuck | |
| It' s this do or die mentality that keeps ya mouth frying | |
| Sippin on the e j and smoking blunts stuffed with hawaiian chronic | |
| For my homey shack in sb, rhymes on the shiesty | |
| Niggas on the run when medaphoar is on the gun | |
| Mc' s out to get me from all of the battles i won | |
| Med, comin from the west, so represents where i' m from | |
| Lyrically i got your block locked when i drop this hip hop | |
| Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don' t stop | |
| Chorus: oh no | |
| Cuz everyday it' s like a level in this game that we live | |
| Gotta struggle to survive, that' s why some mc' s get blitzed | |
| Situations got your mind in control, that' s how you roll | |
| But don' t step to oh no, because your rhymes will be fold | |
| oh no | |
| In this game, i ain' t trying to see that wack rhyme bacteria | |
| That' s some next shit, material starts external | |
| But also interior when y' all frauds claim imperial | |
| Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior | |
| Some niggas know me as " oh no" | |
| But in reverse in ya in the middle, i' m " on ya ho" | |
| So slow your roll because i fold emcees like rhumatism | |
| Syndrome and break ' em down like compression when i be up in ' em | |
| I skip more mc' s than scratch compilations cd' s | |
| To have your speech in verbal poetical lyrical oddities | |
| The heart' s cold to make hell freeze, slash hot like a flame | |
| I spread like dead grass up in the hills so run for your ass | |
| I' m known as assassin from the west livin' it up | |
| Kaliwild shakin up the best, messin ' em up | |
| This nigga' s known as medaphoar and i be the disrupt | |
| Vocally tearing you up from the ground up | |
| radio skipping | |
| Episode 5: wild child | |
| Chorus: wild child | |
| When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract | |
| You bust back flips, lyrically you' ll get asked that | |
| Is y' all crew rally all that when you bump that | |
| Track by lootpack, ya like " they off the hook, cat" | |
| wild child | |
| Focus, wild child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get mopped 10 times | |
| My rhymes will transform into 30 thin lines cuz i feep i' m | |
| The responsible obstacle | |
| For you nonfreestyling mc' s kickin' lots of bull | |
| I rock shit till the eucalyptus | |
| Flaunt it like, haunt ya mic to the point ya mic tells you, | |
| " you can' t rip this" i' ll get it exited and, get the crowd hyped and | |
| Slap you up with my right hand and | |
| Find out you' re a little white man with a slight tan | |
| Wild child' ll take ya ass out like lightning | |
| Fresh in the flesh, steadily enlighting this mic | |
| The fact that you lack the respect, got the mad knack of incompetence | |
| Step to jack and get smacked to lower your whole lack of confidence | |
| Ya bro' s out there know you have no composure | |
| You unnoticibly slide to the back of thee | |
| Open mic session with ya little wack faculty | |
| Thirty minutes, prior to getting there, claiming you had the knack to be | |
| The dopest mc, that was the most inactively | |
| Statement you ever said to jack, you see | |
| The day you took hip hop into ya hands was an act of lunacy | |
| So, if ya feel me, yo if ya feel me, party people say it | |
| " la la la la", come on, come on, come on, come on... | |
| My people say " la la la la" | |
| Chorus: wild child | |
| When you bust that rhythmic freestyle flow to be that abstract | |
| You bust back flips, lyrically you' ll get asked that | |
| Is y' all crew rally all that when you bump that | |
| Track by lootpack, ya like " they off the hook, cat" |