Das Efx

[Intro/Chorus:]
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
Yes yes yall, yes yall, yes yall, yes yall
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
Yes yes yall, yes yall, yes yall, yes yall
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
Yes yes yall, yes yall, yes yall, yes yall
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
[Verse 1: Dray, Skoob]
Well comin to school ya its the hooligan, Im in the mood again so watch
me do this
Im out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops Im no beginner
So watch me get loose and run [shit] like Bill Skinner
I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it
Theres niggas down my slack, yes Im the baddest when I wreck it
See Im nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it
See Im quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it
I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
I drop it from the East, at least Im gettin mine in
Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin
Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin
Its like nuttin when Im throwin somethin rougher than menstruation
Crabs, Im followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords splitcha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River
Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ????
Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see
Its back to basics if youre wacked then niggas hate we
got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations
Boy, Im slipper than soap-on-a-rope
Im madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Dray, Books]
Well once again its the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [fuckin]
face it
Terrorisin MCs as if my name was Jason
I crash n clash em, monster mash em til they suckle
Im quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll
I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts
The [shit] that I bringin gotcha swingin on my nuts
Im not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle
Drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and getcha swivacle
Im nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet
My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like
fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step
Im back from hibernation and Im ween to keep a rep
Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy Im flyer than a cockpit
Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit
Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
Im slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next
like BOOYAA, no ya not true, dont mean illusion
Kickin a styles til 96, taking backs to the future
Plus Im cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly
Im aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli
Plus Im sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
[Chorus to fade]
[ Krazy Wit Da Books Lyrics ]