(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)  
 (*Ha ha  ha ha  now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!!  
 (*The hardcore rap act is back!*)  
 (*No I  no I ain't smilin*)  
 Verse 1: Dray  
 Yo  yo  
 I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up  
 Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up  
 So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger  
 Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger  
 Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit  
 Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit  
 So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in  
 cos in a second I'ma pull a fuckin Tek-in  
 Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick  
 Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick  
 Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ  
 Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ  
 Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin  
 and if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin  
 or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?*  
 Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos-  
 -pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it  
 If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it  
 cos yo...  
 Hook (x2)  
 Verse 2: Skoob, Dray  
 Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours  
 My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas  
 wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna  
 I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner  
 So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government  
 but I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a  
 shotty  
 and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready  
 to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry  
 Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical  
 Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables  
 And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant  
 See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons  
 Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a  
 F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein  
 a fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy  
 Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me  
 I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them  
 I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them  
 I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it  
 Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record  
 I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that  
 Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that  
 I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin  
 So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it  
 Uhh  
 Hook (x2)  
 Verse 3: Skoob  
 Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer  
 I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica  
 From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat  
 Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat  
 Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest  
 flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been  
 lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style  
 Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles  
 Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha  
 When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda  
 and when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2  
 Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu  
 Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like  
 that fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight  
 Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly  
 now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli  
 wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up  
 I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut  
 Bring it!  
 Hook (x2)  
 HARDCORE!!!  
 *repeat