It's Lik Dat Lyrics - Das Efx

Intro/Hook (x16): 

It's lik dat y'all 

Verse 1: Dray, Books 

Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it 

Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the 

freak up 

If niggas got some beef then *? goget?* boy had better speak up 

Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it 

These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it 

when they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin 

They tried to diss the kid, they got they (fuckin) bodies broken 

For that rap (shit) cos black I smack (shit) from here to Philly 

I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly 

Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that crap 

Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap 

Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot 

So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock 

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Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy 

If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey 

Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise 

for the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin but the function 

Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up 

Do your (fuckin) vest up just to make a mess, umm 

2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n 

The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n' 

Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin 

Since I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to Brooklyn 

Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm just the dirt 

until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd... 

Hook (x16) 

Verse 2: Dray, Skoob 

Photos 

Yeah yeah 

Well comin back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me 

Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a genie 

Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning 

Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer like? 

I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor 

I roll with PMD, so (motherfuckers) kill the rumour 

Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser 

My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call Medusa 

When I wreck (shit) I'm on some neck (shit) because I'm quicker, son 

I run thru rappers like my name was Harry Dickerson 

Now ain't that a bitch, I switched up my pitch 

So you can stay real kid, but I'ma stay rich 

Aight, I kicks my style from Brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this 

so I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in 

The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony 

Ass backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni 

Good grief, some try to rock it, G, they need to knock it itoff 

They must be eatin gerbals cos that (shit) they dropped was sitoft 

For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me 

I'll get flyer than that 23 on Mr.Jordan's jersey 

Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up 

The night that they was (fuckin) they's lookin for some skins to hit up 

Now I wait for Solid Scheme to bring the beat back 

Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that 

1-2 

Hook to fade