Intro/hook (x16):

It's lik dat y'all

Verse 1: draybooks

Yeah check ituhhyeahcheck it
Well check it out y'allit's the maniaclyrical brainiac so back the
Freak up
If niggas got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos I'm rippin thismy style's ridiculouslook how I word it
These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it
When they came and tried to teaseplease you must be jokin
They tried to diss the kidthey 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 rougherenough of that crap
Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
Cos if you really wanna battlewell that'd be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga books can rock

Three cheersaiyo wizthe mic guy groovy
If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey
Then I'm up next to squeezeI got nuff expertise
For the roughnecks and g'sI'm swingin somethin but the function
KidI amp uprecamp upbust a hit squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a messumm
2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n
The wrestlersand just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n'
Hey sweet lookinyou 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 workI'm just the dirt
Until it's time for me to splitchillI got to murd....

Hook (x16)

Verse 2: drayskoob

Yeah yeah
Well comin backit's like I'm eenie meenienone of y'all can see me
Cos yo I'm disapearinreappear like I'm a genie
Yesthe lunatic so bust that tuna kickit's just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayorto 'peer like ? ? ? ?
I'm wickedkick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor
I roll with pmdso [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quickerson
I run thru rappers like my name was harry dickerson
Now ain't that a bitchI switched up my pitch
So you can stay real kidbut i'ma stay rich

AightI kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this
So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in
The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
Ass backwards like crabcheese and macaroni
Good griefsome try to rock itgthey need to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft
For worse or betterkidI never let another serve me
I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
Crews be talkin bout they takincough it up just like they spit up
The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to hit up
Now I wait for solid scheme to bring the beat back
Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jackbelieve that
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Hook to fade