[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 chickadee I'm comin with the Books and 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 swoop in on the loop 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 'em hard and Bogart, like Humphrey Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm flyer You're phony, full of bologna like Oscar Mayer See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a fucking cactus
(Set it off!) One two (Set it off!) Yo it's the Books in reverse, the next kid up sendin a big-up to my borough I'm thorough, bred-ed in the ghetto from a teenie bop Takin' lessons, sweatin' niggas on graffiti rock And now the slang bringer bring a thing of interpretations My nerves is achin', see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin' But can't see this, I'm screamin' on their records like Beavis Or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy Fisher, it's a, pisser, hit you like an accident And if I'm in your town you might peep me at the Radisson Or splatterin', batterin' crews for lip chatterin' It ain't nothing new, that's how we do, my crew is back again
[Hook:*repeat x3*] Back in effect, how's that? (People people people people)
[Verse 2: Dray, Skoob] (and yo I still wanna rap) Well here I go again, so check the flow again, try not to bite I'll fake a nigga with my left and then I sting him with my right I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you dissed a Nigga on the microphone cause I can bone your sister Word is bond, I'm on some new shit, do shit like this Grab the piece of steel and shoot the gift like Kris Kringle, bust my jingle, don't it make ya shiver? Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver A microphone check, what the heck? I threw that in because I used to catch wreck Wit it, that's the time I "hack-thoo" spit it For Christ's sakes I meant it, hit the brakes and you skidded You shitted, my style you bit it, but y'all can keep that Cause now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that
Yeah and all that, small cat, my format's deranged Honey I'm back to run things cause some things just never change, punk! So if you're drunk, I'll freak the funk until you're sober But still be gettin' chills when niggas play "The Bridge is Over" Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock My style is fender-bendin', sendin' rappers to the pit stop Good Lord have mercy, hit reverse, G, if you missed it And bust my gift of speech cause like the priest, baby I'm twisted Kid I swing a dome-buster like Bonecrusher Smith Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff So yo, who be dat that wanna do me back, just to get Booby trapped, jack, cause my crew be strapped fat like that
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