Intro/Hook (x16):

It's lik dat y'all

Verse 1: Dray Books

Yeah check it uhh yeah check it

Well check it out y'all it's the maniac lyrical brainiac so back the

freak up

If niggas got some beef then *?goget?* boy had better speak up

Cos I'm rippin this my style's ridiculous look how I word it

These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it

when they came and tried to tease please you must be jokin

They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken

For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to Philly

I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly

Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that crap

Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap

Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot

So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock

Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy

If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey

Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise

for the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin but the function

Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up

Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm

2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n

The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n'

Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin

Since I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to Brooklyn

Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm just the dirt

until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

Hook (x16)

Verse 2: Dray, Skoob

Yeah yeah

Well comin back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me

Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a genie