Krazy Wit Da Books Lyrics - Das Efx

Intro/Chorus: 

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books 

Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all 

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books 

Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all 

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books 

Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all 

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books 

(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow) 

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Verse 1: Dray, Skoob 

Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so watch 

me do this 

I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus 

The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner 

So watch me get loose and run (shit) like Bill Skinner 

I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it 

There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it 

See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it 

Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it 

See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it 

I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket 

I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin mine in 

Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin 

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Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin 

It's like nuttin when I'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation 

Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar 

Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha 

I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter 

I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River 

Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then? 

Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see 

It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we 

got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations 

Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope 

I'm madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote... 

Chorus 

Verse 2: Dray, Books 

Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya (fuckin) 

face it 

Terrorisin MC's as if my name was Jason 

I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle 

I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll 

I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts 

The (shit) that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts 

I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle 

Drop the type of (shit) that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle 

I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet 

My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like 

fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step 

I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep 

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit 

Hah I rocks (shit) and knock niggas out the blocks wit 

Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx 

I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next 

like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don't mean illusion 

Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future 

Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly 

I'm aimin for the charts just like this was a game of scelli 

Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock 

My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime 

When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up 

Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy 

Chorus to fade