Das Efx It`s Lik Dat Lyrics

It`s Lik Dat Lyrics

Intro/Hook (x16):

It`s lik dat y`all

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 [f**kin] bodies broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] 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 crap
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 nigga 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 [f**kin] vest up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run 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....

Hook (x16)

Verse 2: Dray, Skoob

Yeah yeah
Well comin 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 [motherf**kers] kill the rumour
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 [shit] I`m on some neck [shit] because I`m quicker, son
I run thru rappers like my name was Harry Dickerson
Now ain`t that a bit*h, 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
Ass 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 [shit] 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 [f**kin] 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

Hook to fade