Radio Clash (Freestyle)

Verse 1 [Tak]

I don't gotta tell em who I'm reppin'
Cause they know the fellas always get the credit when it's due
I went from independent to the biggest sellin' record
Ch-ch-check it, ha ha, now I'm movin' on to level 2
The R-churra-I-churra-B-K-A-ura-T, yes, let me see my ladies in capris
I'm talkin' to Malaysians, Puerto-recians, and my darker shade of browns
But I'll settle for anything in between
That's right, I'm a Taurus, never mind the bull
Spend my life recordin', keep my eye on the moon
See my crew's legit, you still lookin' for clout
Carryin' tools A SPIT, and put ya foot in ya mouth
Come on, come on, sucka...
Picture my producer's beat, it's like a hippo bein' strapped in a booster seat
So for all of you left stranded, feelin' hollow again
I got something for trend-setters, and Serato to spin
Come on!

Hook [Tak]

This, has been another Radio Clash! (x3)

Anything to get it, cause they know they want it so bad...

(Styles of Beyond - Bleach)

Verse 2 [Ryu]
Now
This, has been another motherfuckin', incredible clash of rap-radio classic
Backpack n' tap the bottle, and twist the cap and
Get ya cap twisted, you frickin' faggot!
Pistol-whip pageant, panache you bastard
(Bitch!) I put the 'crack' in cracker
The X-factor, yes!
I am the best rapper, fresh like shasta
Tech-nine blaster, let's go ac-a-pella
When you read my sixteens, it's like goin' and seein' the Sistine Chapel
Ready for battle, bag full of green apples
Pull the pin out, wait, and duck from the shrapnel
Baffle the public, pirate, Irish, thug-shit, the giants
You walk among us
So I don't play games with geeks, I just crush 'em
So dope, my crew gotta sneak through customs...
Uh!

Hook [Tak]

This, has been another Radio Clash (x3)
Anything to get it, cause they know they want it so bad...
This, has been another Radio Clash (x3)
Anything to get it, cause they know they want it so bad...

(Styles of Beyond - Bleach)