Straight Up Sewaside

(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

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 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

Chorus

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

(*you see, you can't back out on me now. this is the only place in town i
Can get these titles*)
(*the question is....*)

Intro:

Ah yeah, wontu (get busy nigga), word up
Ha ha (check check)

(books)

Gimme room to get this mic check
Cos i'm about to wreck it one time for my peeps from the sewer
My sewer style run thru any slum crew tryin to get the wontu
Checks, cos rippin dialects is what my tongue do
Best sold on a-nother slang son-a
Yo krazy come and kick it like the [shit], well hear, i wanna!

(krazy drayzie)

Well here i be-a with the quickness, kid i'm wit this, i rip to swig my
Verses
Just because they think this be like leapin out my curses
Who's the next jerk to test the expert? you might regret it
I fry ya to a *?fricker?* seed cos if you see me, baby, be like curtains
I put the hurt ins on that body when i spark it
I'm super like the market when i'm bringin niggas' harkin

(skoob)

Yeah it's my man and me bringin more horrors than that gripplin amity-
Ville, still my crew be pullin bitches like vanity
Six for kicks cos i write songs like i was lyrical
Straight from the bottom of the pit with the residue
If niggas wanna box with rhymes than ring the bellhops
Cos yo i got more lives than ????? ?????

(dray)

Aiyo well check it, it's my follow up so watch me swallow up these kids for
Rippin
Boy i shock em when i rock em cos my crew be on a mission
Boy i swing it yes indeedy, i get more props than speedy
Gonzalez, make more dollars than these niggas write graffiti
Boy i'm straight up, you're gettin ate up, that's how it go
Bring terror to your era so you better check my flow so

Interlude

(skoob)

Ok, i float just like some helium and stings like tobasco
The nice with mic skills ever since i had an afro
Aw shit, sometimes i get the notion when i'm rippin
To flow or slang, is it just to keep a nigga slippin
Think i ain't when i is or is it when i ain't
From subject to butter, kid my retoric is spank
It's no competition when i'm flixin with my diction
Oops flexin to the beat y'all, yes yes yes

(dray)

I cross my heart and hope to spark up blood the size of marker
Some say i look like books but, kids i be a tad bit darker
Ain't no jokin when i'm rhymin, i'm in effect so check my structure
I switch again, i'm in this bitch again see how i flucture
Wait, i'm great, ya niggas know who sent this
I be knockin out more teeth than your local family dentist
Boy, i'm dynamite, just peep the rhymer right, that gets me over
You better get'cha crew because the *?duke?* is when i grow up

Interlude

Verse 1: dray

I gotta suprise-uh, i is a bit wiser, oh yes i gets biz, g
I mention i sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, i throw it like willis
Heiman, when i'm rhymin i'm makin the pape's like simon
Says ta, my stick it ta master, i still be the best-a
I figgity [fuck] the flame but in the sun, now time for esther
So hi-ho i'm silver, i'm makin the pape's when i kicks
The [shit] that'll make you muck when i lose his fleas, lice and his ticks
For the chicks, i be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [fuck] that floozy suzy chapstick
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's krazy
I'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ???? on daisy
I'm swayze

Hook (x8):

(*rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)

Verse 2: books

I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be
Rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
So i switch, b, like billy bigsby cos i'm the [shit], g
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin i lost it
But i hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it
So hip hip hooray, wantin me while i do a
New way to school a new jay, you say
"holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks"
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops

Hook (x8)

Verse 3: dray

Well um, knock knock, who's that? guess what? my crew's back
Rippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstop
Doin the bitin, the shit i be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies
Hey ladies, i know a-b's, i'm makin cd's
I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know i'm losin my noodle
Cos when it be time to doodle, i lose my scruples, ask my pupils
I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a qb
Shooby dooby dooby, i do that new g
So you be kool & the gang and i puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes g, niggas be tryin to test me

Hook (x8)

Verse 4: books

Hear ye, don't look any further g, see he here is
Still mic checkin [shit], still dead serious
Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g?
I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, i'm robbin that hockey huh
I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, i's flyer then the witches sweeper
Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like aretha
I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't g
Will agains, i'm gettin elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly friend

Hook (x8)

Intro:
(well i'ma freakit like that, and i'ma freak it like this)
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: dray

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

Chorus:

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

Verse 2: books

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

Chorus:

Well i'ma freakit like this, and i'ma freakit like that
*repeat x3*

Verse 3: dray

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

Chorus:

Well i'm freakit like that, and i'ma freakit like this
*repeat x3*

Verse 4: books

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

Chorus:

Well i'ma freakit like this, and i'ma freakit like that
*repeat x7*

*shoutouts*

Intro/chorus:

Yo it's the host wit da most, kid
Comin from the east coast
Yo it's the host wit da most, kid
Comin from the east coast
Yeah it's the host wit da most, kid
Comin from the east coast
Word bond, it's the host wit da most, kid
Yeah comin from the east coast

Verse 1: dray

Well i'm suprised, open your eyes because it's me, g
I mention i sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, i throw it like willis
Heiman, when i'm rhymin i'm makin the pape's like simon
Says ta, my stick it ta master, i still be the best-a
I figgity [fuck] the flame but in the sun, now time for esther
So hi-ho i'm silver, i'm makin the pape's when i kicks
The [shit] that'll make you muck when i lose his fleas, lice and his ticks
For the chicks, i be on my good foot, you get that ass kicked
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [fuck] that floozy suzy chapstick
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's krazy
I'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ???? on daisy
I'm swayze

Chorus

Verse 2: books

Aiyo well here's the story, niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be
Flippin and rippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
So i switch, b, like billy bigsby cos i'm the [shit], g
U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin i lost it
But i be icin crews wit the flakes til they frosted
So hip hip hooray, wantin me while i do a
New way to school a new jay, you say
"holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks"
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops

Chorus

Verse 3: dray

Well um, knock knock, who's that? guess what? my crew's back
Rippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstop
Doin the bitin, the shit i be writin, you're givin me rabies
They oughta be usin my terms for sperm and makin babies
Hey ladies, i know my a-b's, i'm makin cd's
I heard you was eatin your spinach boy, you better be eatin your weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know i'm losin my noodle
Cos when it be time to doodle, i lose my scruples, ask my pupils
I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to clip a qb
Shooby dooby dooby, i do that new g
So you be kool & the gang and i puts my slang in
Hangin loosely, oh yes g, niggas be wantin to test me

Chorus

Verse 4: books

Hear ye, hear ye, don't look any further g, see he here is
Still mic checkin [shit], still dead serious
Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g?
I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
For real though, jumpin jallopy's, i'm rougher than hockey
I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, i'm flyer than the witches sweeper
Jeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it like aretha
I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't g
Will agains, i'm gettin elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly, kid

Chorus (x2)

[books] gimme gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
*repeat all 4x*

Oahh-kay, oahh-kay; as we go and do it, do it like this
It's like this and you don't stop
Word is bond when we kick
So i'ma get on, and swing it somethin like this

Verse one: books, drayz

You punk niggaz gel up, when i swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, i feel a new style developing
So safety stellar, i'm not the baby bubba on the level
I crush shins, the roughest hardrocks to fruity pebbles

Well nigga, boo hops, you know my crew rocks, who wanna test me?
I'm next g, heavens to betsy, i sting like pepsi
Or coca, cola-swola, niggaz higher
When i fly up these niggaz bitch-ups, but y'all can dry up

I be the jibber-jabber, quick to make a nigga stagger
Like some rocka, blanka, i bake that ass like betty crocker, momma
You need to stop in-filling your pockets off that pop *shit*
Ai yi yi my dreads, i think i'm toxic

Well yo i'm cuckoo but not for cocoa, some say i'm loco
*fuck* around and catch a cap like mary buttafuoco
So you know, that i'ma follow you wit the drama
Slice em, dice em, and ice that ass like jeffrey dahmer

[books] gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
*repeat all 4x*

Verse 2: books, dray

Tick tock, can i slide that cock up in your tummy dear?
I drop a ounce and then i bounce just like a gummy bear
Be kickin it like the rapper kicks the bucket dig it
Uhh, ah *shit*, now whatta i have to do to prove i'm rugged?
I wear my hair crazy like them niggaz red and grady
Punks just serve up, clever like alice, serve the brady bunch

I makes em wheeze up, cause when i ease up, i eat mc's up
I leave em on their backs layin flat with they knees up
Eureka, musta speak uhh, re-aversin person
No rehearsin i can flip it in reverse and
Change em, rearrange em, supa-dupa
Faze em, daze em and blast that ass with diff'rent days-in

[books] gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
*repeat all 4x*

Verse 3: skoob, dray

Well blow, me down, great scott, i'm wilder than the rock
In the winter, man my 40 timberlands hit the spot
His pops name is alvin, my sister's name is kitty
My rap was for fools like some silicon titties
Hiya, i kicked it and there it goes my *?an?* abuse
My style is a child like now it's fatter than roseanne's

Well check how i'ma wreck it when i'm, droppin, this rhyme
Don't let me have to transform like op-ti-mus prime
Cause then i'ma have to flip the script and get dready
Run laps around your *faggot* crew like mario andretti
When i expand like spandex, my jam wrecks the ampex
You better be on the way before i'm doin you and ya man next

[books] gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
*repeat all 4x*

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] cos i'm ya
Local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
Plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna
I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick t'wanna
*?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 cos 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 cos pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin
I wanna bust wit disgust cos 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 cos 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 cos 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 b, 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 b
(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 cos 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 cuz
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