Rappaz

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)