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    (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


    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


    Bust a flavor
    Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah
    Check it out

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