Krazy Wit Da Books

Intro/Chorus:<br><br>Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books<br>Yes yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all<br>Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books<br>Yes yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all<br>Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books<br>Yes yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all<br>Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books<br>(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)<br><br>Verse 1: Dray, Skoob<br><br>Well comin to school ya it`s the hooligan, I`m in the mood again so watch<br>me do this<br>I`m out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus<br>The super dooper trooper, oops I`m no beginner<br>So watch me get loose and run [shit] like Bill Skinner<br>I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it<br>There`s niggas down my slack, yes I`m the baddest when I wreck it<br>See I`m nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it<br>Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it<br>See I`m quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it<br>I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket<br>I drop it from the East, at least I`m gettin mine in<br>Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin<br><br>Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin<br>It`s like nuttin when I`m throwin somethin rougher than menstruation<br>Crabs, I`m followed by a camp like John Cougar<br>Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split`cha<br>I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter<br>I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River<br>Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ????<br>Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see<br>It`s back to basics if you`re wacked then niggas hate we<br>got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations<br>Boy, I`m slipper than soap-on-a-rope<br>I`m madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse 2: Dray, Books<br><br>Well once again it`s the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya [fuckin]<br>face it<br>Terrorisin MC`s as if my name was Jason<br>I crash `n` clash em, monster mash em til they suckle<br>I`m quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll<br>I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts<br>The [shit] that I bringin got`cha swingin on my nuts<br>I`m not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle<br>Drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and get`cha swivacle<br>I`m nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet<br>My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like<br>fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step<br>I`m back from hibernation and I`m ween to keep a rep<br><br>Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I`m flyer than a cockpit<br>Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit<br>Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx<br>I`m slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next<br>like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don`t mean illusion<br>Kickin a styles til `96, taking backs to the future<br>Plus I`m cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly<br>I`m aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli<br>Plus I`m sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock<br>My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime<br>When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up<br>Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy<br><br>Chorus to fade