Das Efx - It’s Lik Dat lyrics

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

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....

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Verse 2: Dray, Skoob

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