Verse 1: Dray

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

Hook (x4):

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Verse 2: Skoob

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&