Verse 1: dray
I iggity am what i am
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but yand'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 peopleand's out in el a
Well a hell a can never cut the swell a
Cos you can tell i gets biz like markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
Iand'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 it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?), youand're cheap and buried cos youand're never comin near
It
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but donand't compare it
I still be schoolin, foolin em when iand'm speakin
Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin
My sewer style it cause disaster so when i ask
You better answer whoand's the microphone master
Hook (x4):
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Verse 2: skoob
Well yo, hereand's the humdinger, iand'm briggity bringin a new style of
Thing
Itand's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
Itand's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, 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 in rent
And i only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, guess, oland' gold and sess
I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the cats of villanova
The heat on the streetand'll keep my 40and's spillin over
So the skunk and thai keep me high when iand'm smokin
And i donand't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See i believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me
The inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to haitian, ???? jamaican
Burn mcand's like degrees of mason because youand're fakin
Iand'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker
Hook (x4)
Verse 3: skoob, dray
I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats! iand'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
Thicker than your blunt cos yo i beand's the brooklyn trooper
And i got more spunk than that punk from punky brewster
Bust the lingo ringo stiggity starr bingo
I run shit like kunta, breaks bones like mandingo
Iand'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
Iand'm all that small cat like tomko or hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, itand's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes
Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, iand'm clown for whatever like nuttin
Nice
Big-up to dj dice wreckin shop when he cut and'nand' slice
These 20 mcand's, please! i never heard of some
We need to murder some like colin ferguson
But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best ta come clean like j-rule and *?felix sunder?*
Iand'm buggin like gristle, see i suggest you
Dismiss you, my styleand's official and thatand's the issue
I show the flow i go until itand's time to leave
Believe iand'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
Hook to fade
