Krazy wit da Books - Das EFX

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books

Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books

Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books

Yes yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all, yes y’all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books

(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)

Verse 1: Dray, Skoob

Well comin to school ya it’s the hooligan, I’m in the mood again so watch

me do this

I’m out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus

The super dooper trooper, oops I’m no beginner

So watch me get loose and run like Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite

it when I use it See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket

I drop it from the East, at least I’m gettin mine in Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin

Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya?

Sorry to keep you waitin

It’s like nuttin when I’m throwin somethin rougher than menstruation

Crabs, I’m followed by a camp like John Cougar

Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split’cha

I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter

I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River

Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ???

Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see

It’s back to basics if you’re wacked then niggas hate we got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations

Boy, I’m slipper than soap-on-a-rope

I’m madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote…

Verse 2: Dray, Books

Well once again it’s the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya face it Terrorisin MC’s as if my name was Jason

I crash 'n'clash em, monster mash em til they suckle

I’m quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll

I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts

The that I bringin got’cha swingin on my nuts

I’m not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle

Drop the type of that make ya flip and get’cha swivacle

I’m nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet

My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like

fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step

I’m back from hibernation and I’m ween to keep a rep

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I’m flyer than a cockpit

Hah I rocks and knock niggas out the blocks wit

Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx

I’m slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next

like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don’t mean illusion

Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future

Plus I’m cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly

I’m aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli

Plus I’m sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock

My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime

When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up

Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Chorus to fade