Lyric Undaground Rappa
Yeah 1 2 1 2
Ha let you know how I do
Verse 1: Dray Skoob
Holy smokes cheerio chap I m makin toe taps so watch the birdie
Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby
wit the Books oops tutz I used to live on Bedford
but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson
I got the backs n bones but now I needs some action
Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there
and I ll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was swimwear
See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker
I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker
In LA I hit the chronic, I m super like the Sonics
I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout
Cos yo I rip the shit out when it s time to throw my rhyme out
I m twisted, my flow ll make you dizzy like Gillespie
If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy
Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets
I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so
Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you re hearin yo
Chorus:
Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
........undaground rappa
Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
(*All I need is just a mic and a track*)
Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that s why I rip
shop
My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a
It really doesn t matter, kid, you re sleepin cos I m nicer
I m growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car
See when I be on the block I m like that nigga Agent R
Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em
Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
Well yo, I m wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I m block it
wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower
Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa
constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G
Even if I slowed up your couldn t pass me
Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause
like a comma or I ma have to drop you like some drawers
So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ
cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays
So what s the way I m flippin like a double-header drinkin
I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I m double jointed
Chorus
Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest
Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin
Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen
Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I m knockin skins
on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz
But now I be em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?"
I m creepy, I m kooky and plus I make you scream
See I don t understand why niggas be wantin to do me
You don t arouse me kid, you re softer than that Cosby kid Rudy
Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn
Chorus
Ha let you know how I do
Verse 1: Dray Skoob
Holy smokes cheerio chap I m makin toe taps so watch the birdie
Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby
wit the Books oops tutz I used to live on Bedford
but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson
I got the backs n bones but now I needs some action
Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there
and I ll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was swimwear
See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker
I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker
In LA I hit the chronic, I m super like the Sonics
I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout
Cos yo I rip the shit out when it s time to throw my rhyme out
I m twisted, my flow ll make you dizzy like Gillespie
If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy
Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets
I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so
Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you re hearin yo
Chorus:
Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
........undaground rappa
Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
(*All I need is just a mic and a track*)
Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that s why I rip
shop
My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a
It really doesn t matter, kid, you re sleepin cos I m nicer
I m growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car
See when I be on the block I m like that nigga Agent R
Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em
Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
Well yo, I m wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I m block it
wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower
Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa
constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G
Even if I slowed up your couldn t pass me
Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause
like a comma or I ma have to drop you like some drawers
So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ
cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays
So what s the way I m flippin like a double-header drinkin
I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I m double jointed
Chorus
Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest
Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin
Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen
Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I m knockin skins
on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz
But now I be em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?"
I m creepy, I m kooky and plus I make you scream
See I don t understand why niggas be wantin to do me
You don t arouse me kid, you re softer than that Cosby kid Rudy
Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn
Chorus
