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 They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to Philly 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 Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm 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 I roll with PMD, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour 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 When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, 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 They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was 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 The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to 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 fadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
