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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 |
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