Das Efx - It's Lik Dat Lyrics
Intro/hook (x16):Its lik dat yallVerse 1: dray, booksYeah check it, uhh, yeah, check itWell check it out yall, its the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back theFreak upIf niggas got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak upCos Im rippin this, my styles ridiculous, look how I word itThese niggas couldnt tell us they were jealous but I heard itWhen they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokinThey tried to diss the kid, they got they [*****in] bodies brokenFor that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to phillyI swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a phillyCos youre bluffin like youre rougher, enough of that crapJust meet me on the stage and lets see who can really rapCos if you really wanna battle, well thatd be the spotSo now I pass the mic so that my nigga books can rockThree cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovyIf you step and watch that verse because that first one is a dooseyThen Im up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertiseFor the roughnecks and gs, Im swingin somethin but the functionKid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a hit squad stamp upDo your [*****in] vest up just to make a mess, umm2-1 - use to run it wild with the youngnThe wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where Im from nHey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookinSince Im livin rough I gots ta give it up to brooklynCrews can kiss it up the garden with that work, Im just the dirtUntil its time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....Hook (x16)Verse 2: dray, skoobYeah yeahWell comin back, its like Im eenie meenie, none of yall can see meCos yo Im disapearin, reappear like Im a genieYes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, its just a warningCos I could I go for mayor, to peer like ? ? ? ?Im wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like its a tumorI roll with pmd, so [mother*****ers] kill the rumourYall can never stop my flow cos yo there aint nobody looserMy turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call medusaWhen I wreck [shit] Im on some neck [shit] because Im quicker, sonI run thru rappers like my name was harry dickersonNow aint that a *****, I switched up my pitchSo you can stay real kid, but ima stay richAight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test thisSo Im sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested inThe nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phonyAss backwards like crab, cheese and macaroniGood grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoffThey must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoftFor worse or better, kid, I never let another serve meIll get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordans jerseyCrews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit upThe night that they was [*****in] theys lookin for some skins to hit upNow I wait for solid scheme to bring the beat backCos its like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that1-2Hook to fade
