| Yeah, 1−2 1−2
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| Ha, let you know how I do Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
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| Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I’m makin toe taps so watch the birdie
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| Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby
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| wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford
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| but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
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| So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson
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| I got the backs 'n'bones but now I needs some action
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| Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there
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| and I’ll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear'
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| See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker
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| I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker
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| In LA I hit the chronic, I’m super like the Sonics
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| I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
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| Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout
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| Cos yo I rip the shit out when it’s time to throw my rhyme out
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| I’m twisted, my flow’ll make you dizzy like Gillespie
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| If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy
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| Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets
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| I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
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| Ballsy, I got ya all three ??? |
| so Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you’re hearin yo Down down down down
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| Make way for the undaground rappa
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| Down down down down
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| …undaground rappa
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| Down down down down
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| Make way for the undaground rappa
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| Down down down down
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| (*All I need is just a mic and a track*)
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| Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
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| Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that’s why I rip shop
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| My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
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| I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a
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| It really doesn’t matter, kid, you’re sleepin cos I’m nicer
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| I’m growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car
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| See when I be on the block I’m like that nigga Agent R Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
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| Well yo, I’m wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
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| Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I’m block it wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower
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| Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa
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| constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G Even if I slowed up your couldn’t pass me Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause
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| like a comma or I’ma have to drop you like some drawers
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| So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ
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| cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays
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| So what’s the way I’m flippin like a double-header drinkin
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| I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I’m double jointed
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| Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
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| I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
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| Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest
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| Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin
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| Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen
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| Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I’m knockin skins
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| on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz
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| But now I be em, niggas be like Oh did ya see him?
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| I’m creepy, I’m kooky and plus I make you scream
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| See I don’t understand why niggas be wantin to do me
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| You don’t arouse me kid, you’re softer than that Cosby kid Rudy
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| Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
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| That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Undaground Rappa , by - Das EFX. Song from the album Straight Up Sewaside, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп