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

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

I formulate my raps, you wanna kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I it
See I'm than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya it when I use it

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

Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? to keep you waitin'
It's like 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 that scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit' more drive than the Harlem
Oh what the hell, I a half a el then [Incomprehensible]
Pick up my grip then spark the and get puffin' see

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

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

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

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

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

I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I ya, rip the faucet
My they never collapse 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like
Fireworks, I fire jerks scullin' then I
I'm back hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep

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

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

Plus I'm ships, doin' whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin' nothin', stuffin' chicks the showtime
When I groove up put your dukes up or a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

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