Verse 1: dray, books

 Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
 Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
 Freak up
 If niggas got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
 Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
 These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it
 When they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
 They tried to diss the kid, they got they  [bad word]  bodies broken
 For that rap  [bad word]  cos black I smack  [bad word]  from here to philly
 I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
 Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that [bad word] 
 Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
 Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot
 So now I pass the mic so that my [bad word] books can rock

 Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
 If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey
 Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
 For the roughnecks and g's, I'm swingin somethin but the function
 Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a hit squad stamp up
 Do your  [bad word]  vest up just to make a mess, umm
 2-1 - use [bad word] it wild with the young'n
 The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n'
 Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin
 Since I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
 Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm just the dirt
 Until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

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 Verse 2: dray, skoob

 Yeah yeah
 [bad word] back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me
 Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a genie
 Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning
 Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ? 
 I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor
 I roll with pmd, so [bad word]  kill [bad word] 
 Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
 My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call medusa
 When I wreck  [bad word]  I'm on some neck  [bad word]  because I'm quicker, son
 [bad word] [bad word] rappers like my name was harry [bad word] 
 Now ain't that a [bad word]  I switched up my pitch
 So you can stay real kid, but i'ma stay rich

 Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this
 So I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in
 The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
 [bad word] backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni
 Good grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoff
 They must be eatin gerbals cos that  [bad word]  they dropped was sitoft
 For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me
 I'll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordan's jersey
 Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up
 The night that they was  [bad word]  they's lookin for some skins to hit up
 Now I wait for solid scheme to bring the beat back
 Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
 1-2

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