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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
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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 school ya the hooligan
I'm in the again so watch me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just Popeye did Brutus
The dooper trooper, oops, I'm no beginner
So watch me get loose and run, shit, like Bill

I formulate my raps, you wanna kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the when I wreck it
See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta 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 skills like change in my pocket
I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin' in
Some niggas gettin' jealous 'cos of the way I be rhymin'

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

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

back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we
Got the knack to a track like I was printin' in some nations
Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope, I'm madder than the Mad
And Yabber 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, Krazy da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da

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

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 that be a
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 raps they never collapse 'cos on the tracks, see I be like
Fireworks, I fire scullin' then I step
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 niggas out the blocks wit'
Uncontrollable motions from my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip because my might slam ya next

Like booya, no ya not true, mean illusion
Kickin' a styles '96, taking backs to the future
Plus I'm 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 sinkin' ships, doin' whatever the blow rock
My is givin' nothin', stuffin' chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a
Sad ya sleazy heart 'cos this the 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, 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, wit' da Books