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Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da
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Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books

Well, comin' to school ya the hooligan
I'm in the mood so watch me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did
The super dooper trooper, oops, I'm no
So watch me get loose and run, shit, like Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the when I wreck it
See I'm nicer the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya for a bruisin' if ya bite it when I use it

See I'm to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin' ta stop it
I got mad skills loose change in my pocket
I drop it the East, at least I'm gettin' mine in
Some gettin' jealous 'cos of the way that I be rhymin'

Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you
It's nuttin' when I'm throwin' somethin' rougher than menstruation
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin', for the split'cha

I kick tails tips scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit' drive than the Harlem River
Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el [Incomprehensible]
Pick up my grip spark the clip and get puffin' see

It's back to if you're wacked then niggas hate we
Got the knack to freak a track I was printin' in some nations
Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope, I'm than the Mad Hatter
And Yabber Dope and you can quote

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Well once it's the spectacular
I checkin' the back and ya, fuckin', it
MC's as if my name was Jason
I crash 'n' clash 'em, monster mash 'em 'til suckle
I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Dr.

I it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts
The shit that I bringin' got'cha on my nuts
I'm not the typical, lyrical guy that be a
Drop the of shit that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle

I'm nasty the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet
My raps they collapse 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like
Fireworks, I fire jerks then I step
I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to a rep

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer a cockpit
Hah I shit and knock niggas out the blocks wit'
Uncontrollable lyrical motions my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip because my might slam ya next

Like booya, no ya not true, don't illusion
Kickin' a styles 'til '96, backs to the future
Plus I'm cool to the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly
I'm aimin' for the charts just like this was a of scelli

Plus I'm ships, doin' whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin' nothin', chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya heart 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da
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Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy da Books