Undaground Rappa Lyrics

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Undaground Rappa Lyrics

Yeah, 1-2 1-2

Ha, let you know how I do



Verse 1: Dray, Skoob



Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'm makin toe taps so watch the birdie

Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby

wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford

but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford

So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson

I got the backs 'n' bones but now I needs some action



Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there

and I'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear'

See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker

I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker

In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics

I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics



Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout

Cos yo I rip the shit out when it's time to throw my rhyme out

I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like Gillespie

If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy



Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets

I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket

Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so

Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo



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Down down down down

Make way for the undaground rappa

Down down down down

........undaground rappa

Down down down down

Make way for the undaground rappa

Down down down down

(*All I need is just a mic and a track*)



Verse 2: Dray, Skoob



Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop

My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock

I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a

It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin cos I'm nicer



I'm growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car

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



Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett

Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I'm block it

wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower

Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa

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

like a comma or I'ma have to drop you like some drawers

So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ

cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays

So what's the way I'm flippin like a double-header drinkin

I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I'm double jointed



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Verse 3: Dray, Skoob



I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est

Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest

Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin

Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen



Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I'm knockin skins

on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz

But now I be em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?"

I'm creepy, I'm kooky and plus I make you scream

See I don't understand why niggas be wantin to do me

You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy

Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern

That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn



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