Intro/Hook (x16):
It's lik dat y'all
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out, yo, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the freak up
If niggas got some beef then good grief boy they'd 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 they 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 Chile
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'll be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock
Three cheers, ayo where's the mic guy? Groovy!
If you step then watch that first one cause that first one is a doozy
Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
For the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin, bust the function
Kid, I'll amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest son, just to make a mess, umm
2-1 used to run it wild with the young 'n
The restless, and just beneath the plum is where I'm from and
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 to God, it wouldn't work, I'm just a jerk
Until it's time for me to split, chill, gotta murk ...
It's lik dat y'all
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out, yo, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the freak up
If niggas got some beef then good grief boy they'd 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 they 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 Chile
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'll be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock
Three cheers, ayo where's the mic guy? Groovy!
If you step then watch that first one cause that first one is a doozy
Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
For the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin, bust the function
Kid, I'll amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest son, just to make a mess, umm
2-1 used to run it wild with the young 'n
The restless, and just beneath the plum is where I'm from and
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 to God, it wouldn't work, I'm just a jerk
Until it's time for me to split, chill, gotta murk ...
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