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    Intro/hook (x16):

    It's lik dat y'all

    Verse 1: dray, books

    Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
    Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
    Freak up
    If niggas got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
    Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
    These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it
    When they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
    They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
    For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to philly
    I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
    Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that crap
    Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
    Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot
    So now I pass the mic so that my nigga books can rock

    Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
    If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey
    Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
    For the roughnecks and g's, I'm swingin somethin but the function
    Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a hit squad stamp up
    Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm
    2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n
    The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n'
    Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin
    Since I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
    Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm just the dirt
    Until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

    Hook (x16)

    Verse 2: dray, skoob

    Yeah yeah
    Well comin back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me
    Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a genie
    Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning
    Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ?
    I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor
    I roll with pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
    Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
    My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call medusa
    When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
    I run thru rappers like my name was harry dickerson
    Now ain't that a bitch, I switched up my pitch
    So you can stay real kid, but i'ma stay rich

    Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this
    So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in
    The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
    Ass backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni
    Good grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoff
    They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft
    For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me
    I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
    Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up
    The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to hit up
    Now I wait for solid scheme to bring the beat back
    Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that

    Hook to fade

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