Undaground Rappa Lyrics - Das Efx

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 

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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*) 

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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