people people people people)  
 Verse 1: Dray  Skoob  
 Shippity bop  well hot diggity  where's the iggity? The bum siggity  
 Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity  
 I'm comin with the Books so kid  it looks like it's a winner  
 Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin raps for dinner  
 See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse  
 I'm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikaze  
 See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy  
 So now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like Humphrey  
 Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin it because I'm flyer  
 Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar Meyer  
 See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice  
 I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss  
 (Set it off!) One two (Set it off!)  
 Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my  
 borough  
 I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop  
 Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti  
 Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ???? occasion  
 My nerves is achin, see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin  
 But can't see this, I'm screamin on they records like Beavis  
 or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy  
 Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident  
 and if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson  
 or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin  
 It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again  
 Chorus:  
 Bak 'n' affek, how's that?  
 (People people people people)  
 *repeat x3*  
 Verse 2: Dray, Skoob  
 Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite  
 a bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right  
 I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a  
 nigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sister  
 Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this  
 Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris  
 Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver  
 Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver  
 Aah microphone check, what the heck?  
 I do that then because I used to catch a wreck  
 wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it  
 For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin  
 You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that  
 Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that  
 And all that, small cat, my format - deranged  
 Honey I'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk!  
 So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober  
 but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over  
 Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock  
 My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop  
 Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it  
 and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted  
 Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *?smith?*  
 Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff  
 So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like this to get  
 booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat  
 Chorus  
 Bust a flavor  
 Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah  
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