Das Efx Baknaffek Lyrics

Baknaffek Lyrics

(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
Check it out