Verse 1: Dray
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I iggity am what I am
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I comes to get biz so bust the jam
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I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
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to understand why these rappers try to faze me
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They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
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Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
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Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
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Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
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No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
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I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
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See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
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We high as shit, the sky is it
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You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
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So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin near it
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So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
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I still be schoolin, foolin em when I'm speakin
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Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin
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My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask
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you better answer who's the microphone master
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Hook (x4):
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Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Verse 2: Skoob
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Well yo, here's the humdinger, I'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
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It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
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I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
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It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion
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By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
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Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
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Chrome tools in rent
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and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
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Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess
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I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
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My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
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The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over
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So the skunk and thai keep me high when I'm smokin
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And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
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See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me
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the inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation
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from white folk to Haitian, ???? Jamaican
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Burn MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin
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I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
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The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker
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Hook (x4)
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Verse 3: Skoob, Dray
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I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
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friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
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Drats! I'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
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My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
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Thicker than your blunt cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
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and I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
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Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
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I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo
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I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
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I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
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I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
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Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes
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Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, I'm clown for whatever like nuttin nice
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Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice
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These 20 MC's, please! I never heard of some
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We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson
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But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
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Ya best ta come clean like J-Rule and *?Felix Sunder?*
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I'm buggin like gristle, see I suggest you
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dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
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I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
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Believe I'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
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Hook to fade
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Microphone Master
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Das EFX |