Mic Checka Lyrics - Das Efx

Riggidy-Bow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, so 

Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo 

I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great 

I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate 

It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips 

I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips 

Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm 

Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man 

So check it 

I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks 

I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks 

Bohanna 

I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana 

Banana split 

{HACK-THO} Spit, so sit 

I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh 

I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this 

Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done 

Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one 

I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage 

I shake 'em up and down like the Down Jones Average 

I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best 

So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX 

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A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow 

My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo 

So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna 

See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer 

I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts 

Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks 

I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings 

Do a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming 

Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals 

I Hawiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille 

I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun 

I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, 'cause Brooklyn's where I'm from 

Photos 

Tiggedy-time to get buck wild 

Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles 

Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe 

Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe 

I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor 

I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager 

I friggedy-freaked the funka 

The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker 

Give me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester 

Microphone checka, one two checka 

Oh Yessa 

I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella 

I can even act: Stella, Stella 

Yo Stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe 

No Static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe 

So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props 

I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots 

So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaka 

I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita 

So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip 

Bustin heads with Erik Sherman and my man Parish Smith 

Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle 

I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle 

So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star 

I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar 

Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps 

I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps 

So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief 

He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth 

I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo 

So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two 

I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro 

I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O