(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
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