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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Intro/Chorus: (x4)
"The kids from Brooklyn to T Neck" "Y'knowI'msayin?" "Brooklyn's prime time" Verse One: Skoob Dray Now ain't this some old shit I'm bringin it round the back like no question I'm swingin em with the cranes and I'm swayz like the Jetsons I wreck shit I biggity blast off duke I'm hectic Just look at the funk that I brung from the young and the restless Don't test this I'm miggity makin yens in Japan Diggity-don't give a fuck cos I rap like Saran or antipersperant, I riggity-roll my punctures like a speed stick I giggity-got the pops so kniggity-knock when you need it So freak it, I speak it, I giggity-gots ta bring it We're freakin a track for Jersey, yo Krazyie spring it Speak of the devil, figgity-fuck the dumb shit, it's over soldier, I riggity-roll just like a bulldozer I'm kniggity-knockin butts and smokin blunts that's my slogan Check it, I wriggity-wreck more heads than Hulk Hogan No jokin, I be's the, um, best at how I'm speakin I riggity-rock a show and pack em in like Puerto Ricans I'm phat, I biggity-bang heads like Jerry Cooney I'm swingin the shit from West, pump her up to the booty Buster, I miggity-musta stunned ya, blunder You blewa, I speak it, I freak it, I'm super, so do a..... Chorus (x4) Verse Two: Skoob, Dray Biggity-bang boomer, biggity-bust the lunatic rhymer I riggity-rings more bells than Flo from Mel's Diner I'm giggity-gettin props because of the rhymes that I be bustin I'm sorry about, the condoms, sugar, you must provide the suction, cuz I got more greenbacks than the land of the West got sea stacks Simplest, I'll call you Snaggle if you puss-sy gab, so Look at me flippin the tongue, bringin the fun, pass the Hoover I'm swingity-swingin the funk, bangin her trunks in Bermuda I dribbity-drop rungs, smoke blunts then drop my dipper I piggity-pass the miggity-microphone to my nigga Hot damn, higgity-here I am, check it Mister I'm rippin the track to dreads or you're dead from my fists of fury, I biggity-be's the damn judge and jury I'm cliggity-clockin G's cos these chumps always bore me Yo baby, I drippity-drops nuff grammar I'm rippity-rippin shop wit my nigga Boogie Banger I got loot, I got knock boots to Argentina Ya stupid, I either wanna Benz or a beamer So take that, I'm piggity-puttin your pipe when I'm smokin Y'know kid, I ripped it for fun, no jokin, cos ya..... Chorus (x4) Verse Three: Skoob, Dray Well I'll be damned, higgity-here I am, check the slang, hops I biggity-bump chicks wit them chicks from here to Bangkok You're Bedrock, now piggity-pass the blunt, sonny and let me piggity-pucker up and grab my nuts like Al Bundy I glassed em, I grits em, I shiggity-shoots my jizzum I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom Believe dat, I'm criggity-crackin skulls when I'm rowdy I biggity-bang boots and hang loose like Jim Growlski I miggity-makes em rock like Mr.Gillespie makes em dizzy I piggity-pass the mic now, yo Krayzie get busy Shit's thick, I'm quick to stick a chick wit my dick like a sniper Type o, fella that's hyper active, captive, plus I'm attractive Horse for the course, suck my drawers then I'm back, kid Styley, rowdy, then yo I'm audi 5 wit my loot, got more troops than in Saudi Arabia, maybe I, marry me an actress Find her, phone her, bone her on the mattress Tasket, tisket, Polly wanna biscuit Figgity-fuck the cracker, I'm the rapper that rip it, cos yo....... Chorus to fade |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Intro/Chorus:
Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Diddy diddy dum dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Diddy diddy dum dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Diddy diddy dum dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Dum dum) Verse One: Dray Aiyo peep it can you keep it down while I rock tick tock about this chick around the block? She was high host to the most hostess no boastin Back in '85 she was live yo no jokin A real go getter, didn't try and sweat her Fifteen years old and she was pushin a jetter She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin Bitch, young Miss, only dated older fellas My slang couldn't hang, no thang, I wasn't jealous of her Chorus Verse Two: Dray Oh yeah, where was I? Bustin, now I'm ready Now it's '87 and Miss Thing is goin steady She was schoolin, chillin cos her man was makin papers Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist then the Tommy got slapped behind her back gettin dissed I was buggin, nuff on the stuff that I was seein But that's how it goes for the hoes when they're bein...... Chorus Verse Three: Skoob Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser Remember that chick Loretta, back in the days I used ta sweat her I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter She was kickin it to my man Stan who's livin phatter than me, hops, chillin in my hoodie and my Reebok's Now she's in a jam cos, Stan was slangin rocks, but look at me now, honey, cos this the morning after I'm yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa Word to mom dukes, she was suits so I took her to my show Just to show my niggas that the hooker was..... Chorus Verse Four: Skoob Ah the show was phat, now it's back to the room, G Yo mirror, this is where Loretta tried to do me My neck was on her tongue, *?Ep's?* was gettin swung Krayz was gettin biz with the friend that she brung Then she took it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a Then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, I screwed her I showed her, I rolled her, from here to North Dakota I gangbanged the boots like a Brooklyn troop oughta I stuck it in her [BACKWARDS], bust a nut, she was starvin So I pushed in the bush til those lips started partin, but she was....... Chorus to fade |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Intro/Chorus:
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" > KRS One "Baby baby baby baby clap to this" "It's like that y'all you don't stop" *repeat x2* "Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" "??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks" Verse One: Dray Books Higgity hey hun check out the way I friggity freak the track umm I diggity do ray me fah so nigga me go like that umm wit the Books, iggity-oops, I get more poopcrocks for jingle I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, I'll take you *?mundy?* Yes it's I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers I higgity-hump and rump cos I'm rough like sandpaper So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol and sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm bound, silly creep I leave a rapper with a single bound Yes I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no jokin I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke So Books freak it, provide the funk alligator Yo I'm out but "I'LL BE BACK" like Schwarzenegger Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's, umm, me The bumble B boogity woogity book the loopy double O-K-iggity S, I'm slick I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick Aw shit, I'm swingin it from the East Coast, sure I don't surf, but got more props than Pop Smurf Who? Me, yep, look at the way I'm slingin it to ya poppy I riggity rock the crowd at the Grand Ole Opi But when speakin upon myself, I stays private like Benjamin Honey, I'll knock the boots and if you're tough I'll knock the Timberland's Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock I'm shod-dy, I'm swingin it like a San Diego Padre Brooklyn's in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?* I don't need to diss ya but excuse me Mister I'm sinkin ya battleships just ask Professor or the Skipper and downnnnnnnn Chorus Interlude: (*Das EFX giving shoutouts to other East Coast rappers*) Verse Two: Dray, Books Yo I'm back, black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice I'm not the new kids, but I'm knockin blocks off, sonny Yep I rock like the Stones cos I'm rollin in the money So diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovel I kick straps for sport cos I'm short like Barney Rubble Check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, I goes berserk when I flex like Popeye, I fight like Cap' Kirk So bozo, I'm knockin em out the box by the pair-em High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar I'm comin like the Red Coats to toast an MC Hammer So jumpin jahosa, that's yesiree The Books-in-reverse kicks a verse...... ......like, aah, BBD I whips it, I smacks it, I flips it with slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, I slaps lips like lipstick, I'm harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles I bust foots for kicks, eat up Trix and some Skittles then I'll giggle, hee-hee-ha Higgity-Hallelujah to-to-dabber-day I'll do ya I'm the baddest, got more fans than Red Jarvis makes a cowboy I skip, flip back to Dallas He's the Don, have you seen my grey poupon? Bust this, we roll more spliffs than Cheech and Chong We can do this, I kiggity-can't lose like Martha Lewis Get the picture? I rock upon misfa if I was you-is Goddamn, I'm sittin on the bay by the dock Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle? Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell's and downnnnnnnnnnnn Chorus: (x8) "Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---> KRS-One "Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this" "It's like that y'all, you don't stop" |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
"And it go a little something like this" "Hit it!"
Verse One: Books Shiggity shoz bots hots I rocks I kiggity kicks the drama like a farmer picks the crops Hops I diggity digs more wigs than John The Baptist They call me Mr. Rapper so I guess I be the rappist No practice yo Krayzie (Diggity yes?) knocker Don't bolo like Han Solo come work like Chewbacca So ease back slick or get kicked in the tush Yep I call ya Snaggle if your puss- Ee gads, I rip shop, until the roof fell in and plus I piggity-pop your shit like *?Jugglo Ellen?* But umm, rarely does my crew get into beefus I fliggity-flips the mould like the gold that's on my cheebas Oh Jesus, I'm the youngest, Flipsy be the eldest I'm hipper than the hip bone connected to your pelvis So hickory dickory dock, diggity-don't your wish Hook: "If only it sounded like this" ".....like this" *repeat x2* "like, this" "like, this" "If only it sounded like this" ".......like this" "If only it sounded like this" ".......like this" *scratching of "like this"* Verse Two: Dray Shibbity-bop, shibbity-boo, check out the way I drops the scoop I'm kniggity-knockin butts out, daily, troop I friggity-fry the funk that's why they call me Krazyie Drayzie I giggity-gots more props than that kid named Beatle Bailey The boogity-woogity Brooklyn boy, he's cool like Grizzly ruin I swingity-swing more shit than Tarzan be doin I heard that shit was thick that's why I spick like I was span then I umm, flip my bit and take a dip like A-qua-man So, umm, figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell blunts I gibbity-got lines like Evil Knievel got bitch stunts Ya dunce, I'm diggity-down with The Hit Squad, aight I flippity-fly more heads than Benjamin flew kites so I, stiggity-start the spliffin, give me your lips so I can rock I got more skills than John Han got cock So hickory dickory dock, diggity don't you wish...... Hook: "If only it sounded like this" ".....like this" *repeat x2* "like, this" "like, this" "If only it sounded like this" ".......like this" "If only it sounded like this" ".......like this" "If only it sounded like this" ".......like this" "If only it sounded like this" ".......like this" *scratching of "like this"* Verse Three: Skoob, Dray And a way we go, priggity-praise the Lord, Our Father I kiggity-caught The Love Boat, ???? ???? I'm finnicky like the cap' but shoots more funk than Funkadelic It's diggity-Das EFX umm, chum, can you smell it? Yippity-yapper doozy, watch me ease on down the road, hun So come on, baby, and do the loco-motion Umm, so now what the fuck? I give em a sugar smack then they crack like Daffy Duck Schmuck, I'm kniggity-knarly, dude, hey swick em I biggity-bangs the chunks cos they plumps when I cook em I quiggity-quick-quick, diggity-dick-dick, tiggity-tick-tack-toe So figado, figado, figado, figa-do I'm niggity-not the herb but look at the burb, it's gonna stunt I figgity-funk up Sanford, and his fuckin Son So hickory dickory dock, diggity don't you wish Hook to fade |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Well I'm the jibber jabber jaw like Shabba
Franks making thanks operating like Trapper John M.D. yea that's what folks tell me I plan on going far and be a star like Marcus Welby So there dear uhum you suit though Yes I makes the ruckus causing ruckus like Menudo Or Judo I kicks it I throws them when I gamble And when I swings my thing I take a swing like Mickey Mantle But um I got more flavors than a pack of Now and Laters Beg your pardon, Mr. keebler, but I love Vanilla Wafers See, i got it going on 'cause of the songs that I write I got it going on 'cause my crew is nuff hype Plus I zitz em, I zamz em, I grams em like Zorro I shot the Dagazino for a bag of Stella Doro Breadsticks, oh yes it's the books plus three Of my cousins, Crazy Drazy, ?(Abe Blitz and Tea)? 'Cause we're (Chorus) Jussumen that's on the mic... Diggity yes, back up, I just come like Shaka Zulu, I pop like Orville Redenbacher When I'm proper, I doobity dibble dabble wit my winnings I drop a Def Jam as if my name was Russell Simmons I'm funky, spunky, I clock bread like Wonder I'll jump up and flex , make you think I'm jane Fonda I shiggity slam Rito, I'm layed back like Tito I good gots nuff wisdom like Mama Montigo, amigo Se Vente, yes I can samba I'm known like Geraldo, shishi karamba The jibbity jibba jammage, always wit the hippity houser I got crazy smarts like that kid Doogie Howser So cool out, Purno, I burn you no jive I wickity wax that scout like the words will be your five Diggity damn right half pint, i taste great like Bud Lite I'm well known like Spike or Walter Kronkite Cause we're Chorus Check it, 1 for the money, 2 for the show Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats, HO Yep, I got my moms, i got my girl, I got my friends And they say some making dollars, in Japan, I'm making Yenz Wit the new style, meanwhile, my real name is William I went and break a slut like Donald Trump can break a million Or zillion, I kills 'em, I watches All My Children I'm hard as women, watch it silly stunt, just ask the pilgrims I was strong from the get go, I'm not Lou Ferringo I never caught the cooties from a fluzy or a bimbo Like Cheeko, I'm the man, yes indeed, i got the smart, so When I take a stand, just take a seat like Rosa Arts Some tomato, tomato, bolongna, bolongna I use to fraggle rock ya but now I fraggle zone ya A loner, i can't swim, I'm laughing in my hoodie And I get down and boogie, oogie, oogie Cause we're Chorus I'm like Slick Rick the Ruler but I'm cooler that a calvin My mon's name is June, my pops name is Alvin I'm not your Kurt Gowdie but I'm outtie, Sianara So hit the road Jack so I can Welcome Back Kotter I flippity blast the ill shit, I flips them when I get them I chills wit the Books now mom paid out the rectum No comp, I stiggity stomp em all out like sash squash I'm deep, no steep, I'll make you wanna join backwash (zoom) I diggity drops a jam and now I'm slamming like Madonna I gave a crewcut to Sinead O'Conner Your honor, I'm bad to the bone, word is born 'Cause me and Mrs. jones, we got a thing going on Yes I am, my ?(gibitibibity)? bedroom will not end To the diggity cows come home, take the Gitney again 'Cause it's crazy, so give it a rest toots, don't you know me I go from ten to two just like Ivan Roni 'Cause we're Chorus |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Verse One: Dray
Well uhh ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start I gots ta umm fart no I gots ta uhh sneeze not I gotcha trippin yippity doo da day Shucks I'm makin bucks so umm hip hip hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout "Wa bap a loo ba bawa bam boom!" Drayx up for sure dang now that I'm flexed My a EFX'll quote when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: "Klap your hands now" (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Intro/Hook:
Looseys I remember loosey (x8) Well bust how I'm flippin flappin Rippin up the rappin Look at the way I kick it I'm wicked it happen one night in Manhatten chillin buggin Me and some of the crew went around to this club and peeped it scoped it hope the shit was rockin Stuns by the bunch had the hunch they was clockin Stepped up dressed up the young got some weed back Honey got done then begun talkin to me, jack I kicked slang to her, all my niggas knew her I wanted to gas ahead and take her back to the sewer to do her, screw her I knew I had to hush when I felt my belly drop and the spot turned to mush Um, shush shush, I need me a push I felt loosey bubblin, trouble in my tush Then the gush came gushin, rushin, splat! The juice hooked my Davy D's quick like that Smack, I biggity-broke my bitch from behind Tried ta shake it, fake it but yo I couldn't hide from... Hook Well, dosey-do your partner as I start the intro Cos nobody does it better, correcta-mondo Back in '86 I was dick with the skills Playin ball in the gym with my nigga from the Ville I was runnin it like the trooper, had no time to play the small cat I had it goin on, word to mother I was all that, black So one day, believe it or not, I'm chillin I was playin against these niggas from The Bronx for some chitlins So bust it, I'm in it with my coojas, gimme the rock, G I float like a butterfly and kick like karate I scored 26, I caught a fake and now I'm Audi I'm takin it to the hoop and then this kid tried to foul me (HAAA!) Boom to the gutter, I hit the floor, I wanted to flip I couldn't, damn, all of a sudden I had to shit So I dipped to the sewer, I couldn't control the shit because it slipped past my dick, drip drip like a faucet Down past my shorts and hit the court and all of a sudden girls were gettin sick, all my niggas they was buggin I made it to the bowl leavin behind a trail of dookie My drawers are soakin wet and I'll never forget the day I met.... Hook to fade |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Riggidy raow Ziggidy Gadzuks Here I go so
Fliggedy flame on g geronimo yo I biggedy burn riggedy rubber when I blabber great I miggedy make the Wonder Twins deactivate It's crazy I'm biggedy breakin' backs and bustin' lips I friggedy freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips Shrimps I miggedy make enough noise like Bamm Bamm Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped I slam man So check it I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana Banana split {HACK-THO} Spit, so sit I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage I shake 'em up and down like the Down Jones Average I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings Do a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals I Hawiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, 'cause Brooklyn's where I'm from Tiggedy-time to get buck wild Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager I friggedy-freaked the funka The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker Give me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester Microphone checka, one two checka I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella I can even act: Stella, Stella Yo Stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe No Static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaka I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip Bustin heads with Erik Sherman and my man Parish Smith Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
[Dray]
Comin straight from the sewer I biggity be's the rough slang slinger Singer dame look at me swing it like a swinger I riggity rock the miggity microphone I'm goin to rock it Don't jock it I'm quiggity quick quick thiggity thick yo drop it I'm flippin the flap so check out the rap skills ill ain't it? I friggity fry the funk so give me your tracks so I can train it or drain it like Draino *?this mako?*, cos I'm a rhymer, I stiggity-stun the *?cuns like angina?* Singin the soft drink, ya did finger or leg lock Huh-tutz, spit, can I rock? The finger-lickin, criggity-crispy chicken Spiggity-spark the biggity-blunt style is what I'm kickin So next up, I kiggity-call my nigga wit the slang The iggity-ill paprika, yo speaker....... [Skoob] Hot diggity-damn, yiggity-yes I'm griggity-grand slammin like a homer Simpson, look at the microphoner on a mission, mission completed, dude, I'm kickin flavor with my nigga, oh shit! My nigga from Jamaica Crack a 40, I smiggity-smoke nuff blunts that orgy Bringin funk from Crown Heights straight to Californi I-A, B, see me on the free style, chill more props than Benny Hill, umm Well I'll be god damned, they bringin me in the master mix The nappy head, go betcha dog, question mark, asterisk I flip up, bang, knock a baby out your ???? The figgity-funk, triple packs an Uzi in my zip-up Remember the time I ripped it, smacked it, flipped it You're figurin I was a tip, tip so I kicked it Hook: Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer "Noth-nothin can save ya" *repeat x3* [Dray] Comin straight from the sewer, the young, flippin-the-toungue superstarer I freakin the flow like there ain't no tomorrow I'm horri-fyin, kid, I be wreckin shiggity-shop, when I rock there's no half-steppin So give me the mic check, get respect, dude I'm narly I betcha if I was Ken then I'd be fuckin Barbie So shiggity bop boo, aiyo Duke can I give a shiggity-shout to my nigga O and the jibber jabber, you're riggity-raw when I'm kickin I'm flippin the tongue so figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, no slippin I'm wicked, wild, bringin the style when I blabber I swing it for Das EFX, when I flex I won't stagger or stutter, I wriggity-wreck it quick with my crew So light, camera, action...... [Skoob] Tiggity-take two, umm, roll on, chiggity-check the flow, umm I'm swingin it like my nuts be swingin from my scrotum Oh shooter, I'm bringin the power move left, G >From the sewer, test the microphone, 1-2 uhh The nigga, the jibbity-jibber jabber jaw, blippity-blapper rapper Tiggity-tap a livin in the lapper The ghetto, leakin the nigga' petrol as I let go My verbs with the *?lecko?* from Bismore to Plepto The umm, boogity woogity Books can make ya clock turn I riggity-rocks the spot just like my cock butts burn I friggity-freaks the ill rap, I'm still strapped, don't test me I pops shit, pop tarts and piggity-pop cherries Correct, G, my style is fat so I swung it Want it? The riggity-roughneck Brooklyn nigga brung it Hook (x1 1/2) |
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from Das Efx - Dead Serious (1992)
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum hon I got the old pa rum pum pum pum
But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum here I come So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy Crazy with the books Googley goo where's the gravy So one two unbuckle my um shoe Yabba Doo hippity hoo crack a brew So trick or treat smell my feet yup I drippedy-dropped a hit So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo? Oh I'm steaming, agony Why's everybody always picking on me They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same 'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze So no Park sausages, Mom, please A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Roscoe B. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B - I - N - G - O-oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
(People people people people
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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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
Aaah ha ha ha (Check this out!)
Wooh! Check it out (Check this out) Aaaah yeah (Check this out) Ya just don't stop, kid ya just don't stop (Check this out) Yeah ya just don't stop, word up Aaah yeah! Chorus (x8): Check it out y'all (Check it check it out, dun) Verse 1: Dray, Books Check this out, yo, yo Well check it out it's the incredible, never edible, unforgettable dweller from the cellar kickin terror cos I'm terrible See I be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it Peepin it cos y'all be keepin it, look how I'm freakin it I got'cha tinglin, tinglin and minglin Border way to go, the radio they got my single in They rockin this, ain't no toppin this when I'm droppin this style that I can buy cos yo I rhyme like a rhinoceros My skill is illy, silly when I work it Quick to flip the lip and rip a nigga out the circuit So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin it Takin out these quick cos my nigga Books is next on it I know you're not set, check it, you're wonderin where the heck I've been Chillin stupid, cos there ain't no dooper who got wrecker than the Boogie Banger, it could be danger so back, tootz Cos we're guys but niggas wanna revise they rap books What up kid? I can sell you rugged with the hip-hoppin Throw it, like to see me from my nuts until my dick top What a bummer, it seem to be no MC can get dumber than Me one other, two niggas from the sewer, my shit is new without the *?bagnesia?* Cos G, I be's the man from here to Indonesia Aah yeah, you heard me, see I'm just another dirty dick Drastically, casually I puff the erb to get zone like the Senate, so Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books Here I come so nigga don't be hatchin it, I'm snatchin it, niggas o'dose when I catch this Niggas in the dark, I spark at them like I was matches I set up quicker, kick a verse with no distortion I suggest MC's proceed with some caution I hip, tip, grippin tit because there ain't no way I'm gonna lift when I erupt like a volcano I'm acid, my crew is massive, you're soft like jello I'm gettin props, a habit like Abbott & Costello When I flaunt this, niggas want this, they'll be usin a squeegee when I'm bitchin cos bitch I'm comin to get your ass Comin to get'cha it's the D-Bats so nigga think back to the way I bring this or brung that, I swung that, now look at the way I'm swingin this just like my name was Joe DiMaggio and hell Dray! My 12 guage spit shells like pizaggio We can get it on and my word is bond and fuck who you be G Your crew is easy just like Sunday mornin when I'm yawnin so It's no sense in you losin what you got kid Cos G I be doin the mic like Mr.T be doin the chopsticks Ya gets done like no matter where ya from, jack for fun, I'm nailin rappers like a thumb tack I'm sort've spliffed so I don't think niggas order it Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with Chorus (Check this out) (x9) Chorus to fade |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
Intro:
(Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freak it like this) *repeat x3* Verse 1: Dray Well I'ma freakit like this so then my nigga Books is next The crew is from the sewer when the crew is Das EFX I wrecks cos when I flex I gots ta rip it Excuse me if some brew it makes me woozy when I sip it I'm wicked so let me kick it, I got my crew in I rips just for kicks, I got more dicks than *?Perduin?* I pick em, pluck em, stuck em wit my cock an' no my name ain't Santa but here's somethin for ya stockin I'm rockin, I got'cha Glock and I'm from the under Down to take my sound because it's bound to make ya wonder Chorus: Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this Well I'ma freakit like that, and watch me freakit like this Verse 2: Books Well I'm freakit like dat wit more maneovers than the Heimlich when I rhyme wit the Krayz vertebraes in your spine-git Chills, rippin up the skills, I'm like wholesome and if the mic was paid so then my dollar run the Boston So just work it up and I'll be glad to blast they ass out the socket when I rock it like NASA and plus I'm gettin hysterical wit my lyrical concoctions I take it to the top then hook up pops and I'm dope when I'm slingin more hits than the Oakland A's I freakit like dat and then I'm swayz Chorus: Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that *repeat x3* Verse 3: Dray Well I'ma freakit like this because I be doper than the dopest I focus on the mic and if you like it you can quote this I wrote this, I smoke this mic until it's heated The kid he tried ta battle me but then he got defeated I'm wheated, don't need that, no keep that, no sell-out cos if I ever do you know my crew'll get the hell out I'm quipped with the lingo, my thing go for days I flip it when I rip it cos I like what it pays I'm dip dodge dope, y'know I'm gonna get'cha cos now I rocks the mic just like a battle was a pitcher Chorus: Well I'm freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this *repeat x3* Verse 4: Books Well I'ma freakit like that cos black I bust caps with roughrats and plus I does the *?sub dat?*, flip scripts and dust chaps off with the quickness, I'm wicked with the propaganda and hot damn, I got more props than that Fox Samantha The hickory-dick slickest nigga wit the raps that sound nifty, wait around to pound sixty I'm freakin the rap slurries witta black skullie hat on I'm sweepin on chucks like niggas knew me from the platform I'm dope when I'm swingin more hits than the Oakland A's I freakit like dat and then I'm swayz Chorus: Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that *repeat x7* *shoutouts* |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
Raise the dead, protect your soul
Now it?s time for rock and roll |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
Bring it in one time, solid scheme
Hook: (x3) (gotta story to tell y'all) (here's a lil' story I got ta do) Verse 1: books Uh Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or (shit) cos I'm ya Local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama Plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick t'wanna *? prawley? *, some ignore me, others I bother For the props and top dollar, g I'm doin what I gotta, see I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start (f**kin) for nuttin And no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha Kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up) I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot And I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet These days I'm all professional, some new (shit) I got I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit Back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas To pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid) Now as for me g let's just say I learnt the rules I paid my dues and now I cruise in my lexus No better time than the present to make him an offer He can't refuse but might regret it, so i'ma set it Hook Verse 2: dray Well, umm, take this job and shove it Punk (f**k) it, another day of workin My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha) Takin all the (shit) and only gettin four dollars a hour There go some bitches swearin that they better Givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the (f**kin) jetter I gets no pay though cos they know that you know Can't wait to take a (f**kin) break so I can go and puff this buddha I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin Now who's this creepin up the (f**kin) block-in? Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that lexus The (shit) is killin me, why this kid grillin me? Actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me Up wit some hot (shit), I spot (shit), I'm buggin I f**kin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin My area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin Like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin Hook Interlude: dray & (books) conversing Yo what up kid? I know that was you b, yo waz up? (yo what up kid? yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you? ) Yo what's up? put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin? ? (I'm sayin man, what you doin man? ) Word up, I get off in a few b (aight! yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!) Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond! (yo i'ma see ya aight) Verse 3: dray, books Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure I hooked up with this nigga Because he bound to make my pocket's bigger I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin He scooped up, suit me up Boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day (shit) I need you to do me this Justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid (shit) Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin Yo, hold up, cops! yo I think them cops is peepin Oh (shit), where they at? stash the gat, toss the erb 'cause Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin g I'm pullin to the curb because these *? hertz? * is high -beamin me *police sirens* Hook |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
Intro/Chorus:
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books (Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow) Verse 1: Dray, Skoob Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so watch me do this I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner So watch me get loose and run (shit) like Bill Skinner I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin mine in Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin It's like nuttin when I'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ???? Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope I'm madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote... Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya (fuckin) face it Terrorisin MC's as if my name was Jason I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts The (shit) that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle Drop the type of (shit) that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit Hah I rocks (shit) and knock niggas out the blocks wit Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don't mean illusion Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly I'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy Chorus to fade |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
Verse 1: Dray
I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis Heiman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the pape's like Simon says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a I figgity (fuck) the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther So hi-ho I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's when I kicks the (shit) that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks For the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks So yibbida yabber yoozy, (fuck) that floozy Suzy Chapstick So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like ???? on Daisy I'm swayze Hook (x8): (*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*) Verse 2: Books I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the (shit), G U hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it but I hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a new way to school a new jay, you say "Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks" Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops Hook (x8) Verse 3: Dray Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back rippin the hip-hop, Penelope pitstop Doin the bitin, the shit I be writin, you're givin me rabies They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies Hey ladies, I know A-B's, I'm makin CD's I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your Weeties Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin my noodle cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a QB Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin to test me Hook (x8) Verse 4: Books Hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is Still mic checkin (shit), still Dead Serious Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G? I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed So me and my-a, I's flyer then the witches sweeper Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like Aretha I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't G Will agains, I'm gettin elegant with the skill again It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my philly friend Hook (x8) |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
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Ha, let you know how I do Verse 1: Dray, Skoob Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'm makin toe taps so watch the birdie Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson I got the backs 'n' bones but now I needs some action Aiyo you can call me Plato 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 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 out when it's time to throw my rhyme out I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like Gillespie If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo Chorus: Down down down down Make way for the undaground rappa Down down down down ........undaground rappa Down down down down Make way for the undaground rappa Down down down down (*All I need is just a mic and a track*) Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin cos I'm nicer I'm growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car See when I be on the block I'm like that nigga Agent R Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I'm block it wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G Even if I slowed up your couldn't pass me Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause like a comma or I'ma have to drop you like some drawers So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays So what's the way I'm flippin like a double-header drinkin I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I'm double jointed Chorus Verse 3: Dray, Skoob I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I'm knockin skins on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz But now I be em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?" I'm creepy, I'm kooky and plus I make you scream See I don't understand why niggas be wantin to do me You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn Chorus |
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from Das Efx - Straight Up Sewaside (1993)
(*You see, you can't back out on me now. This is the only place in town I
can get these titles*) (*The question is....*) Intro: Ah yeah, wontu (get busy nigga), word up Ha ha (check check) (Books) Gimme room to get this mic check cos I'm about to wreck it one time for my peeps from the sewer My sewer style run thru any slum crew tryin to get the wontu checks, cos rippin dialects is what my tongue do Best sold on a-nother slang son-a Yo Krazy come and kick it like the (shit), well hear, I wanna! (Krazy Drayzie) Well here I be-a with the quickness, kid I'm wit this, I rip to swig my verses Just because they think this be like leapin out my curses Who's the next jerk to test the expert? You might regret it I fry ya to a *?fricker?* seed cos if you see me, baby, be like curtains I put the hurt ins on that body when I spark it I'm super like the market when I'm bringin niggas' harkin (Skoob) Yeah it's my man and me bringin more horrors than that gripplin Amity- ville, still my crew be pullin bitches like Vanity Six for kicks cos I write songs like I was lyrical Straight from the bottom of the pit with the residue If niggas wanna box with rhymes than ring the bellhops Cos yo I got more lives than ????? ????? (Dray) Aiyo well check it, it's my follow up so watch me swallow up these kids for rippin Boy I shock em when I rock em cos my crew be on a mission Boy I swing it yes indeedy, I get more props than Speedy Gonzalez, make more dollars than these niggas write graffiti Boy I'm straight up, you're gettin ate up, that's how it go Bring terror to your era so you better check my flow so Interlude (Skoob) OK, I float just like some helium and stings like tobasco The nice with mic skills ever since I had an afro Aw shit, sometimes I get the notion when I'm rippin to flow or slang, is it just to keep a nigga slippin Think I ain't when I is or is it when I ain't From subject to butter, kid my retoric is spank It's no competition when I'm flixin with my diction Oops flexin to the beat y'all, yes yes yes (Dray) I cross my heart and hope to spark up blood the size of marker Some say I look like Books but, kids I be a tad bit darker Ain't no jokin when I'm rhymin, I'm in effect so check my structure I switch again, I'm in this bitch again see how I flucture Wait, I'm great, ya niggas know who sent this I be knockin out more teeth than your local family dentist Boy, I'm dynamite, just peep the rhymer right, that gets me over You better get'cha crew because the *?duke?* is when I grow up Interlude |
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