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1. _ Represent the Real
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2. _ Real Hip Hop [Pete Rock Remix]
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3. _ Looseys
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
'cause 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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4. _ Shine
No doubt (no doubt), no doubt, ahh
Sewer rats in ya area (feel that)
(Worldwide) bout to make things scarier (No doubt)
(Diggy Das) Diggy Das
(Generation) Yo, yo, yo
Intro/Chorus:
If iggity-I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
If I shine then you shine
E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind
Verse One: Dray
Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime I bust
No fuss, fully blown, Benz fully chrome
Flips celly phone, Diggy Das, once again it's on
It's Dray Boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie
Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me
The big boys we're makin big noise
Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys
>From the corner to the stage, front page
Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please
So give a toast to the host, East Coast
West Coast, this here's just a small dose
Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie
No lie, the platinum and the gold eye
Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin
Yiggity-yes y'all, I know one thing
Chorus
Verse Two: Skoob
Yo, yo
I pliggity-play the back like a NFL safety
I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's shaky
and the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em
Set up my office now e'rybody flossin
If niggas is hot, I'm ultraviolet
If niggas is fly then I'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier mileage
Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin
Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo
It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that I sing
kid, I'ma bring, so let me do my thing
Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right
Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive
Chorus
Verse Three: Dray, Skoob
Yo
You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy Glocks to fight cops
Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks
Bubblegoose, fat Benz, fat Timbs
Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams
We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle
So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle
Yo
What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines
If iggity-I shine then you shine, the crew shine
You rock the Benz, son, I rock the Range
Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, I'm sayin
forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble
Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double
Chorus
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5. _ They Want EFX
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
be - 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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6. _ Mic Checka [Remix]
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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7. _ Baknaffek
(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 want to 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 'cause 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
'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 want to do me like this to get
booby trapped jack, 'cause my crew be strapped fat like dat
Chorus
Bust a flavor
Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Check it out
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8. _ If Only
"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 'cause 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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9. _ Freakit
(Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freak it like this)
(Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freak it like this)
(Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freak it like this)
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
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
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
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
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
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
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
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
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10. _ Dum Dums
Intro/Chorus:
dumb dumb dilly dee dumb dumb
(Diddy diddy dumb dum)
dumb dumb dilly dee dumb dumb
(Diddy diddy dumb dum)
dumb dumb dilly dee dumb dumb
(Diddy diddy dumb dum)
dumb dumb dilly dee dumb dumb
(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 'cause 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 'cause, Stan was slangin rocks, but
look at me now, honey, 'cause 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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11. _ Rap Scholar [Original Version]
Yeah, yeah, who it is son?
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
(Check it out)
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out, everybody, everybody
Yeah, yeah
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
(Check it out)
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out
Aiyyo, my dogs hold heat control the whole street
And when it's time to bust they don't get cold feet
You know it's me 'cause some say the boat rocker
Big Mac not the whopper peace to Big Poppa
The show stopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wrecka
Friggidy front on this, I won't letcha
I better catch ya, stiggidy straight out the blue
Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin' through
We biggidy bubblin', like some bubbly, lovely
But what trouble be, findin' me, kid he cover me
I represent my ground, so yo, what up now?
Non-believers hatin', what the fuck now?
Buck town kid, you can get struck down for that shit
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars
New York, everybody, Cali, everybody, c'mon
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out everybody, everybody
D.C., everybody, overseas, everybody, c'mon
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out
Aiyyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar
Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler
Drama, the nine-seven nigga Madonna
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
Sick, dick about nine inch thick
I make a fo'-twenty Benz-o look like a six
First of the month I got the bundles for the wick
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when I brick
Sucker MC's who did not learn
If you don't this time, from coast to coast
I'm ' The Dark Ranger', call me Don Punanna
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas
You can tell, I don't give a fuck
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictor
Fuck you and the ship you came on
While you sit around bitchin' I get my bangs on
East coast, everybody, West coast, everybody, c'mon
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out
Up North, everybody, down South, everybody, c'mon
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out
Biggidy-Bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go
Change up the angle, now who wanna tango?
Click-clack, get back, Dunn, let me rip that
Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back
You showboatin', get your whole frame broken
Found floatin', somewhere in Hoboken
No jokin', jump out the Benz bubble
Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle
Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin' ghetto ways
Learn the ins and outs of ghetto trades still searchin' for a better way
Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go
Trust me if it's runnin' low, my mic still the gunner yo
Facin' towards what's mine, so throw your hands in the air
'Cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine
Blow your spot up, ' cause yo, I gotta get this ricotta
The three man team, the rap scholars
New York, everybody, Cali, everybody, c'mon
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
Check it out
D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon
It's the rap scholar here to make a dollar
Try an' follow guaranteed to make ya holler
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12. _ Kaught in Da Ak
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] 'cause I'm ya
local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya want to
I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick T'want to
*?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 [fuckin] for nuttin
and no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust
Now's the time to make my move 'cause 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 [fuck] it, another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin
I want to bust wit disgust 'cause 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 [fuckin] jetter
I gets no pay though 'cause they know that you know
can't wait to take a [fuckin] 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 [fuckin] block-in?
Clockin, lookin like he really want to 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 want to bust caps and start fillin me
up wit some hot [shit], I spot [shit], I'm buggin
I fuckin 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 'cause 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 be , 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 be
(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 'cause 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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13. _ East Coast
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 'cause 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 be 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 'cause I'm rollin in the money
So diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovel
I kick straps for sport 'cause 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
'cause spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?
'cause 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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14. _ No Diggedy
Intro/Chorus:
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
No diggedy - can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - Das EFX we rip it e'rytime
*repeat*
Verse 1: Dray, Books
Yo yo
Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha
Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture
Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt)
We roll like Michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G?
I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails
jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting
down hardcore clowns and love singers
and I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
Police oppress me, MC's want to stiggity stress me
Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty
Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left
you faggot MC's marked for death
Chorus
Verse 2: Dray, Books
I line up rappers then I drop em like they're dominos (No diggedy!)
And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!)
We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
phiggity-phone and then it's on because I'm just the type-uh
And ain't no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted
Flooded in the triple black Benz 500
I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan
Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
be -K-L-why-N we no joke!
Chorus
Verse 3: Dray, Books
Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
the 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
Diggy Das EFX you know the text we never slackin
We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin
Niggas be actin shady!!!!
so I got eyes behind my back and I biggity black the 80
Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
Beg your pardon but MC's is a pain like ????
Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
My sound is strictly hardcore underground
Chorus x1 1/2
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15. _ Jussummen
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 shop at Dagastino for a bag of Stella Dorro
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 laid 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 scalp just like Alberto V.O. 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 want to 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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16. _ Microphone Master
I iggity am what I am
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'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 people'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
I'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?), you're cheap and buried
cos you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin, foolin em when I'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 who's the microphone master
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Well yo, here's the humdinger,
I'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It'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, ol' 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 street'll keep my 40's spillin over
So the skunk and thai keep me high when I'm smokin
And I don'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 MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats! I'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
Thicker than your blunt cos yo I be'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
I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes
Yo, well yo the shit sound clever,
I'm down for whatever like nuttin nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MC'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 Unger
I'm buggin like gristle, see I suggest you
dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
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