Baknaffek Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

People people people people 

People people people people 

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 him 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 

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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, interpretation 

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 butt head, 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 

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People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

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 pit stop 

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 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

People people people people 

(Baknaffek, how's that?) 

Bust a flavor 

Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah 

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