1.Intro
2.Undaground Rappa
Yeah, 1-2 1-2
Ha, let you know how i do
Verse 1：dray, skoob
Holy smokes, cheerio chap, i'm makin toe taps so watch the
birdie
Now check it how i wreck it like a demolitian derby
Wit the books, oops tutz, i used to live on bedford
But now i rocks the microphone and chill like robert redford
So bring it cos i can swing a kid like reggie jackson
I got the backs 'n' bones but now i needs some action
Aiyo you can call me plato because my style is in there
And i'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear'
See i rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than woody pecker
I twist it like an ankle, g, or maybe chubby checker
In la i hit the chronic, i'm super like the sonics
I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
Okey dokey, hocus pocus, i make the dopest mc call a timeout
Cos yo i rip the shit out when it's time to throw my rhyme out
I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like gillespie
If ya test me i rip and flip ya script and then i jet-sy
Yo i be rippin it like i get busy, i gymnastics when my raps
gets
I slams a punk like jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
Ballsy, i got ya all three ？？？？ so
Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin
yo
Chorus：
Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
........undaground rappa
Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
(＊all i need is just a mic and a track＊)
Verse 2： dray, skoob
Aiyo, my crew is top notch, i smell like sasquatch, that's why i
rip shop
My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a
It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin cos i'm nicer
I'm growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car
See when i be on the block i'm like that nigga agent r
Cos when i talk, niggas listen, i rip til i drizz em
Perhaps jack, i make you wanna clap to the rhythm
Well yo, i'm wicked, not jimminy cricket or davy crockett
Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that i'm block it
Wit my grammar, cos yo i am a super flower
Ya best ta back the hell up when i swell up like a boa
Constrictor, cos yo i rip tha mic in half, g
Even if i slowed up your couldn't pass me
Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a
pause
Like a comma or i'ma have to drop you like some drawers
So hey hey hey, you thought i was just another bat like jj
Cos i be usin a ＊？calender？＊ stupider dishin nay-nays
So what's the way i'm flippin like a double-header drinkin
I rolls two spliffs so now i guess i'm double jointed
Chorus
Verse 3： dray, skoob
I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
Not the move to rip cos in a drip i freaks the sleaziest
Rappa-tight funk, punk i be rippin
Niggas know my name i got more game than scottie pippen
Yo i be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when i'm knockin
skins
On niggas who be clockin ends, oh next i guess i rock a benz
But now i be em, niggas be like 'oh did ya see him？'
I'm creepy, i'm kooky and plus i make you scream
See i don't understand why niggas be wantin to do me
You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that cosby kid rudy
Huxtable, i bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
That one rings around that ass, g, like saturn
Chorus
3.Gimme Dat Microphone
'one wrecks, the other destroys' --＞ erick sermon (repeat 2x)
＊repeat all 4x＊
Oahh-kay, oahh-kay; as we go and do it, do it like this
It's like this and you don't stop
Word is bond when we kick
So i'ma get on, and swing it somethin like this
Verse one： books, drayz
You punk niggaz gel up, when i swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, i feel a new style developing
So safety stellar, i'm not the baby bubba on the level
I crush shins, the roughest hardrocks to fruity pebbles
Well nigga, boo hops, you know my crew rocks, who wanna test me？
I'm next g, heavens to betsy, i sting like pepsi
Or coca, cola-swola, niggaz higher
When i fly up these niggaz bitch-ups, but y'all can dry up
I be the jibber-jabber, quick to make a nigga stagger
Like some rocka, blanka, i bake that ass like betty crocker,
momma
You need to stop in-filling your pockets off that pop ＊shit＊
Ai yi yi my dreads, i think i'm toxic
Well yo i'm cuckoo but not for cocoa, some say i'm loco
＊fuck＊ around and catch a cap like mary buttafuoco
So you know, that i'ma follow you wit the drama
Slice em, dice em, and ice that ass like jeffrey dahmer
'one wrecks, the other destroys' --＞ erick sermon (repeat 2x)
＊repeat all 4x＊
Verse 2： books, dray
Tick tock, can i slide that cock up in your tummy dear？
I drop a ounce and then i bounce just like a gummy bear
Be kickin it like the rapper kicks the bucket dig it
Uhh, ah ＊shit＊, now whatta i have to do to prove i'm rugged？
I wear my hair crazy like them niggaz red and grady
Punks just serve up, clever like alice, serve the brady bunch
I makes em wheeze up, cause when i ease up, i eat mc's up
I leave em on their backs layin flat with they knees up
Eureka, musta speak uhh, re-aversin person
No rehearsin i can flip it in reverse and
Change em, rearrange em, supa-dupa
Faze em, daze em and blast that ass with diff'rent days-in
'one wrecks, the other destroys' --＞ erick sermon (repeat 2x)
＊repeat all 4x＊
Verse 3： skoob, dray
Well blow, me down, great scott, i'm wilder than the rock
In the winter, man my 40 timberlands hit the spot
His pops name is alvin, my sister's name is kitty
My rap was for fools like some silicon titties
Hiya, i kicked it and there it goes my ＊？an？＊ abuse
My style is a child like now it's fatter than roseanne's
Well check how i'ma wreck it when i'm, droppin, this rhyme
Don't let me have to transform like op-ti-mus prime
Cause then i'ma have to flip the script and get dready
Run laps around your ＊faggot＊ crew like mario andretti
When i expand like spandex, my jam wrecks the ampex
You better be on the way before i'm doin you and ya man next
'one wrecks, the other destroys' --＞ erick sermon (repeat 2x)
＊repeat all 4x＊
4.Check It Out
5.Freakit
Intro：
(well i'ma freakit like that, and i'ma freak it like this)
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 1：dray
Well i'ma freakit like this so then my nigga books is next
The crew is from the sewer when the crew is das efx
I wrecks cos when i flex i gots ta rip it
Excuse me if some brew it makes me woozy when i sip it
I'm wicked so let me kick it, i got my crew in
I rips just for kicks, i got more dicks than ＊？perduin？＊
I pick em, pluck em, stuck em wit my cock an'
No my name ain't santa but here's somethin for ya stockin
I'm rockin, i got'cha glock and i'm from the under
Down to take my sound because it's bound to make ya wonder
Chorus：
Well i'ma freakit like that, and i'ma freakit like this
Well i'ma freakit like that, and i'ma freakit like this
Well i'ma freakit like that, and i'ma freakit like this
Well i'ma freakit like that, and watch me freakit like this
Verse 2： books
Well i'm freakit like dat wit more maneovers than the heimlich
When i rhyme wit the krayz vertebraes in your spine-git
Chills, rippin up the skills, i'm like wholesome
And if the mic was paid so then my dollar run the boston
So just work it up and i'll be glad to blast they ass
Out the socket when i rock it like nasa
And plus i'm gettin hysterical wit my lyrical concoctions
I take it to the top then hook up pops and
I'm dope when i'm slingin more hits than the oakland a's
I freakit like dat and then i'm swayz
Chorus：
Well i'ma freakit like this, and i'ma freakit like that
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 3： dray
Well i'ma freakit like this because i be doper than the dopest
I focus on the mic and if you like it you can quote this
I wrote this, i smoke this mic until it's heated
The kid he tried ta battle me but then he got defeated
I'm wheated, don't need that, no keep that, no sell-out
Cos if i ever do you know my crew'll get the hell out
I'm quipped with the lingo, my thing go for days
I flip it when i rip it cos i like what it pays
I'm dip dodge dope, y'know i'm gonna get'cha
Cos now i rocks the mic just like a battle was a pitcher
Chorus：
Well i'm freakit like that, and i'ma freakit like this
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 4： books
Well i'ma freakit like that cos black i bust caps with roughrats
And plus i does the ＊？sub dat？＊, flip scripts and dust chaps
Off with the quickness, i'm wicked with the propaganda
And hot damn, i got more props than that fox samantha
The hickory-dick slickest nigga wit the
Raps that sound nifty, wait around to pound sixty
I'm freakin the rap slurries witta black skullie hat on
I'm sweepin on chucks like niggas knew me from the platform
I'm dope when i'm swingin more hits than the oakland a's
I freakit like dat and then i'm swayz
Chorus：
Well i'ma freakit like this, and i'ma freakit like that
＊repeat x7＊
＊shoutouts＊
6.Rappaz
Verse 1：dray
I gotta suprise-uh, i is a bit wiser, oh yes i gets biz, g
I mention i sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a
frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, i throw it like willis
Heiman, when i'm rhymin i'm makin the pape's like simon
Says ta, my stick it ta master, i still be the best-a
So hi-ho i'm silver, i'm makin the pape's when i kicks
his ticks
For the chicks, i be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's krazy
I'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ？？？？ on daisy
I'm swayze
Hook (x8)：
(＊rappaz just ain't what they used to be＊)
Verse 2： books
I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be
Rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs
me
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin i lost it
But i hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it
So hip hip hooray, wantin me while i do a
New way to school a new jay, you say
'holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks'
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops
Hook (x8)
Verse 3： dray
Well um, knock knock, who's that？ guess what？ my crew's back
Rippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstop
Doin the bitin, the shit i be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies
Hey ladies, i know a-b's, i'm makin cd's
I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your
weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know i'm losin my noodle
Cos when it be time to doodle, i lose my scruples, ask my pupils
I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a qb
Shooby dooby dooby, i do that new g
So you be kool ＆ the gang and i puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes g, niggas be tryin to test me
Hook (x8)
Verse 4： books
Hear ye, don't look any further g, see he here is
Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g？
I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, i'm robbin that hockey
huh
I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, i's flyer then the witches sweeper
Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like aretha
I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't g
Will agains, i'm gettin elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly friend
Hook (x8)
7.Interview
8.Baknaffek
(people people people people
People people people people)
Verse 1：dray, skoob
Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity？ the bum
siggity
Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity
I'm comin with the books so kid, it looks like it's a winner
Ya better get'cha plate because i'm servin raps for dinner
See i freak it from the sewer plus i'm quick to do ya posse
I'm swoopin on the note just like i was a kamikaze
See they thought i lost my spot so they went and got real comfy
So now i gotta hit me hard and bogart like humphrey
Ya hypocrite, i'm rippin it because i'm flyer
Ya phony, full of bologne like oscar meyer
See i attack a pack of rappers just for practice
I bust my tactics, i'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss
(set it off!) one two (set it off!)
Yeah it's the books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to
my borough
I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from medini-bop
Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti
Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ？？？？ occasion
My nerves is achin, see i'm sick of niggas perpetratin
But can't see this, i'm screamin on they records like beavis
Or butthead, i bust heads like amy
Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident
And if i'm in your town you might meet me at the radisson
Or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin
It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again
Chorus：
Bak 'n' affek, how's that？
(people people people people)
＊repeat x3＊
Verse 2： dray, skoob
Well here i go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite
A bigger nigga with my left and then i flick em with my right
I'm outta sight, look how i do it, ya blew it if you missed a
Nigga on the microphone cos i can roll a sister
Word is bond, i'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this
Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like chris
Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver
Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when i deliver
Aah microphone check, what the heck？
I do that then because i used to catch a wreck
Wit it, that's the time i hot talk, spit it
For christ's sake i'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin
You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that
Cos now i'm on some other type of flow and best believe that
And all that, small cat, my format - deranged
Honey i'm back to run things cos some things is never changed,
punk!
So if you're drunk, i freak the funk until you're sober
But still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over
Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, i jam like gridlock
My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop
Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it
And busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby i'm twisted
Kid i swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a ＊？smith？＊
Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff
So yo, who be dat？ dat wanna do me like this to get
Booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat
Chorus
Bust a flavor
Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Check it out
9.Kaught In Da Ak
Bring it in one time, solid scheme
Hook：(x3)
(gotta story to tell y'all)
(here's a lil' story i got ta do)
Verse 1： books
Uh
Local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
Plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna
I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick t'wanna
＊？prawley？＊, some ignore me, others i bother
For the props and top dollar, g i'm doin what i gotta, see
And no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust
Now's the time to make my move cos i'm out to do tha
Kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, i got crew
But what am i do is get somebody new to do it for me
I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot
And i ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet
I check this nigga that i used to snatch jewels wit
Back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas
To pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (i hear ya
kid)
Now as for me g let's just say i learnt the rules
I paid my dues and now i cruise in my lexus
No better time than the present to make him an offer
He can't refuse but might regret it, so i'ma set it
Hook
Verse 2： dray
Well, umm, take this job and shove it
My boss is on my back and i'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin
I wanna bust wit disgust cos i'm sour (aha)
There go some bitches swearin that they better
I gets no pay though cos they know that you know
buddha
I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin
Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this
Just another dick, i oughta stick him for that lexus
Actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me
I fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin
My area, causes hysteria, i guess he chillin
We used ta rob niggas back in the day when i was illin
Like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin
He claim he got some loot that i can make, i give a clappin
Umm, let him kick it cos i ain't tryin to sink in
I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin
Hook
Interlude： dray ＆ (books) conversing
Yo what up kid？ i know that was you b, yo waz up？
(yo what up kid？ yo, i'm just out here doin my thing man
I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you？)
Yo what's up？ put me on kid, ya see what i'm doin？？
(i'm sayin man, what you doin man？)
Word up, i get off in a few b
(aight! yo i'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!)
Yo yo, i ain't frontin kid, word is bond!
(yo i'ma see ya aight)
Verse 3： dray, books
Bringin it back cos now i'm wit it
I'm lookin ta make this loot so now i figure
I hooked up with this nigga
Because he bound to make my pocket's bigger
I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and i'm willin
He scooped up, suit me up
Boost me ups so now i guess we're chillin
I need you to do me this
Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger
Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga
Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because i'm on it
I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it
I'm buggin when i pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin
Yo, hold up, cops! yo i think them cops is peepin
Jakes checkin my plates and i'm tryin not to swerve, word
My nuts is shot, i think these cops is like schemin g
I'm pullin to the curb because these ＊？hertz？＊ is high -beamin
me
＊police sirens＊
Hook
10.Wontu
(＊you see, you can't back out on me now. this is the only place
in town i
Can get these titles＊)
(＊the question is....＊)
Intro：
Ah yeah, wontu (get busy nigga), word up
Ha ha (check check)
(books)
Gimme room to get this mic check
Cos i'm about to wreck it one time for my peeps from the sewer
My sewer style run thru any slum crew tryin to get the wontu
Checks, cos rippin dialects is what my tongue do
Best sold on a-nother slang son-a
(krazy drayzie)
Well here i be-a with the quickness, kid i'm wit this, i rip to
swig my
Verses
Just because they think this be like leapin out my curses
Who's the next jerk to test the expert？ you might regret it
I fry ya to a ＊？fricker？＊ seed cos if you see me, baby, be like
curtains
I put the hurt ins on that body when i spark it
I'm super like the market when i'm bringin niggas' harkin
(skoob)
Yeah it's my man and me bringin more horrors than that gripplin
amity-
Ville, still my crew be pullin bitches like vanity
Six for kicks cos i write songs like i was lyrical
Straight from the bottom of the pit with the residue
If niggas wanna box with rhymes than ring the bellhops
Cos yo i got more lives than ？？？？？ ？？？？？
(dray)
Aiyo well check it, it's my follow up so watch me swallow up
these kids for
Rippin
Boy i shock em when i rock em cos my crew be on a mission
Boy i swing it yes indeedy, i get more props than speedy
Gonzalez, make more dollars than these niggas write graffiti
Boy i'm straight up, you're gettin ate up, that's how it go
Bring terror to your era so you better check my flow so
Interlude
(skoob)
Ok, i float just like some helium and stings like tobasco
The nice with mic skills ever since i had an afro
Aw shit, sometimes i get the notion when i'm rippin
To flow or slang, is it just to keep a nigga slippin
Think i ain't when i is or is it when i ain't
From subject to butter, kid my retoric is spank
It's no competition when i'm flixin with my diction
Oops flexin to the beat y'all, yes yes yes
(dray)
I cross my heart and hope to spark up blood the size of marker
Some say i look like books but, kids i be a tad bit darker
Ain't no jokin when i'm rhymin, i'm in effect so check my
structure
I switch again, i'm in this bitch again see how i flucture
Wait, i'm great, ya niggas know who sent this
I be knockin out more teeth than your local family dentist
Boy, i'm dynamite, just peep the rhymer right, that gets me over
You better get'cha crew because the ＊？duke？＊ is when i grow up
Interlude
11.Krazy Wit Da Books
Intro／chorus：
Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the krazy, krazy wit da books
(fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
Verse 1： dray, skoob
Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, i'm in the mood again
so watch
Me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just like popeye did brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops i'm no beginner
I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes i'm the baddest when i wreck
it
See i'm nicer than the rest, i guess i gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when i use it
See i'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it
I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
I drop it from the east, at least i'm gettin mine in
Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that i be rhymin
Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya？ sorry to keep you waitin
It's like nuttin when i'm throwin somethin rougher than
menstruation
Crabs, i'm followed by a camp like john cougar
Mellen, tell them punks i put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the harlem river
Oh what the hell, i smoked a half a el then ？？？？
Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see
It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we
Got the knack to freak a track like i was printin in some
nations
Boy, i'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope
I'm madder than the mad hatter and yabber dabber dope and you
can quote...
Chorus
Verse 2： dray, books
Well once again it's the spectacular, i checkin the back and ya
Face it
Terrorisin mc's as if my name was jason
I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle
I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like mr. jekyll
I bring it from the guts, my dj got the cuts
I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle
I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, i serve ya, rip the faucet
My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see i be bustin
like
Fireworks, i fire jerks scullin then i step
I'm back from hibernation and i'm ween to keep a rep
Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy i'm flyer than
a cockpit
Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next
Like booyaa, no ya not true, don't mean illusion
Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future
Plus i'm cool to fuck the brain, i drain a 40 for the belly
I'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli
Plus i'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime
When i groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
Chorus to fade
12.It's Lik Dat
Intro／hook (x16)：
It's lik dat y'all
Verse 1：dray, books
Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so
back the
Freak up
If niggas got some beef then ＊？goget？＊ boy had better speak up
Cos i'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how i word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but i heard it
When they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that crap
Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot
So now i pass the mic so that my nigga books can rock
Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a
doosey
Then i'm up next to squeeze, i got nuff expertise
For the roughnecks and g's, i'm swingin somethin but the
function
Kid, i amp up, recamp up, bust a hit squad stamp up
2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n
The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where i'm from 'n'
Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what i got cookin
Since i'm livin rough i gots ta give it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, i'm just the
dirt
Until it's time for me to split, chill, i got to murd....
Hook (x16)
Verse 2： dray, skoob
Yeah yeah
Well comin back, it's like i'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can
see me
Cos yo i'm disapearin, reappear like i'm a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning
Cos i could i go for mayor, to 'peer like ？？？？
I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call medusa
son
I run thru rappers like my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitch, i switched up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but i'ma stay rich
Aight, i kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test
this
So i'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that i invested in
The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
Ass backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni
Good grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoff
sitoft
For worse or better, kid, i never let another serve me
I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit
up
hit up
Now i wait for solid scheme to bring the beat back
Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe
that
1-2
Hook to fade
13.Host Wit Da Most(Rappaz Remix)
Intro／chorus：
Yo it's the host wit da most, kid
Comin from the east coast
Yo it's the host wit da most, kid
Comin from the east coast
Yeah it's the host wit da most, kid
Comin from the east coast
Word bond, it's the host wit da most, kid
Yeah comin from the east coast
Verse 1： dray
Well i'm suprised, open your eyes because it's me, g
I mention i sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a
frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, i throw it like willis
Heiman, when i'm rhymin i'm makin the pape's like simon
Says ta, my stick it ta master, i still be the best-a
So hi-ho i'm silver, i'm makin the pape's when i kicks
his ticks
For the chicks, i be on my good foot, you get that ass kicked
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's krazy
I'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ？？？？ on daisy
I'm swayze
Chorus
Verse 2： books
Aiyo well here's the story, niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be
Flippin and rippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs
me
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin i lost it
But i be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted
So hip hip hooray, wantin me while i do a
New way to school a new jay, you say
'holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks'
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops
Chorus
Verse 3： dray
Well um, knock knock, who's that？ guess what？ my crew's back
Rippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstop
Doin the bitin, the shit i be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my terms for sperm and makin babies
Hey ladies, i know my a-b's, i'm makin cd's
I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, you better be eatin your
weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know i'm losin my noodle
Cos when it be time to doodle, i lose my scruples, ask my pupils
I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to clip a qb
Shooby dooby dooby, i do that new g
So you be kool ＆ the gang and i puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes g, niggas be wantin to test me
Chorus
Verse 4： books
Hear ye, hear ye, don't look any further g, see he here is
Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g？
I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's, i'm rougher than hockey
I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, i'm flyer than the witches sweeper
Jeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it like aretha
I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't g
Will agains, i'm gettin elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly, kid
Chorus (x2)
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