Undaground Rappa Das EFX
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Yeah, 1-2 1-2
Ha, let you know how I do
[Verse 1: Dray and Skoob]
Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'll make your toe tap, so watch the birdie
Now check how I'mma wreck it like a demolition derby
Wit the Books, oops toots, I used to live on Bedford
But now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
So bring it cos I can swing it, kid, like Reggie Jackson
I got the bats 'n' balls but now I needs some action
Ayo you can call me Prego 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'll 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 up when it's time to throw my rhyme out
I'm twisted, my flow will make you dizzy like Gillespie
If ya test me, I'll rip ya, flip ya, strip ya, then I jet see
Yo I be flippin like I get busy at gymnastics with my rap skits
I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk with a basket
Ball, see, I got ya all three tempa-cheerin, so
Fuck what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo
Ha, let you know how I do
[Verse 1: Dray and Skoob]
Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'll make your toe tap, so watch the birdie
Now check how I'mma wreck it like a demolition derby
Wit the Books, oops toots, I used to live on Bedford
But now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
So bring it cos I can swing it, kid, like Reggie Jackson
I got the bats 'n' balls but now I needs some action
Ayo you can call me Prego 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'll 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 up when it's time to throw my rhyme out
I'm twisted, my flow will make you dizzy like Gillespie
If ya test me, I'll rip ya, flip ya, strip ya, then I jet see
Yo I be flippin like I get busy at gymnastics with my rap skits
I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk with a basket
Ball, see, I got ya all three tempa-cheerin, so
Fuck what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo
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