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(People people people people 
people people people people) 
Verse 1: Dray  Skoob 
Shippity bop  well hot diggity  where's the iggity? The bum siggity 
Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity 
I'm comin with the Books so kid  it looks like it's a winner 
Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin raps for dinner 
See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse 
I'm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikaze 
See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy 
So now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like Humphrey 
Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin it because I'm flyer 
Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar Meyer 
See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice 
I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss 
(Set it off!) One two (Set it off!) 
Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my 
borough 
I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop 
Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti 
Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ???? occasion 
My nerves is achin, see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin 
But can't see this, I'm screamin on they records like Beavis 
or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy 
Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident 
and if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson 
or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin 
It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again 
Chorus: 
Bak 'n' affek, how's that? 
(People people people people) 
*repeat x3* 
Verse 2: Dray, Skoob 
Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite 
a bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right 
I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a 
nigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sister 
Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this 
Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris 
Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver 
Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver 
Aah microphone check, what the heck? 
I do that then because I used to catch a wreck 
wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it 
For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin 
You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that 
Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that 
And all that, small cat, my format - deranged 
Honey I'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk! 
So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober 
but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over 
Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock 
My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop 
Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it 
and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted 
Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *?smith?* 
Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff 
So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like this to get 
booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat 
Chorus 
Bust a flavor 
Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah 
Check it out

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