Das EFX - Baknaffek

People people people people 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 Check it out