[Verse 1: Dray]
I iggity am what I is
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
To understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in L.I
Well-I, Hell-I can never catch a swell eye
Cause you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is hit
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cause you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it
Kids be peepin it, they love the way that we be freakin it
My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask ya
You better answer who's the microphone master
[Hook]
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker (x4)
[Verse 2: Skoob]
Well yo, here's the humdinger, I'm briggity bringin a new style of lingo
It's a rap singer with the fat flow, so lo and behold
I higgity hold this mic piece for ransom
It's all about expansion, stocks of skunk, props and my pops get a mansion
By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools and rent
And I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Girbaud, Guess, Ol' Gold and sess
I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath (yes)
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over
So the skunk and thai keep me high when I'm smokin
And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe it be the weed in me is feedin me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, Boriqua, Jamaican
Burn MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker
I iggity am what I is
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
To understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in L.I
Well-I, Hell-I can never catch a swell eye
Cause you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is hit
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cause you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it
Kids be peepin it, they love the way that we be freakin it
My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask ya
You better answer who's the microphone master
[Hook]
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker (x4)
[Verse 2: Skoob]
Well yo, here's the humdinger, I'm briggity bringin a new style of lingo
It's a rap singer with the fat flow, so lo and behold
I higgity hold this mic piece for ransom
It's all about expansion, stocks of skunk, props and my pops get a mansion
By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools and rent
And I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Girbaud, Guess, Ol' Gold and sess
I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath (yes)
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over
So the skunk and thai keep me high when I'm smokin
And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe it be the weed in me is feedin me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, Boriqua, Jamaican
Burn MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker
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