Solid Scheme - Rappaz lyrics

Verse 1: Dray I gotta suprise-uh, I is a bit wiser, oh yes I gets biz, G I mention to sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I flow like Phyllis Hyman, when I'm rhymin I'm makin the papes like Simon Says to, my second semester, I still be the best, though I figgity f**ed up Sanford and his son, now time for Esther So hi-ho, I'm silver, I'm makin the papes when I kicks The sh** that'll make your mutt wanna lose his fleas, lice and his ticks For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you'll get that a** kicked So yibbidy yabber doozy, f** that floozy Suzy Chapstick So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy I'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like Bo, Luke, or Daisy I'm Swayze Hook (x8): (*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*) Verse 2: Skoob I hears ya snorin, you n***as is sleepin, nighty nighty Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be Rippin and flippin the tongue but some n***as don't seems to digs me So I switch, B, like Billy Bixby, cause I'm the sh**, G Yoo hoo, dig see, they're tremblin in their Timberlands I gremlin switch styles yo, oh I flow like adrenaline Yikes man, the n***a is nice man, some thinkin I lost it But I be icing crews with the flakes til they're frosted So hip hip hooray, pardon me while I do a New way to school a new J, touche Holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks Oh yes, and, send the rest in, peace to my grandpops Hook (x8) Verse 3: Dray Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back Rippin the hip-hop, Penelope Pitstop Doin the bitin, the sh** I be writin, you're givin me rabies They oughta be usin my germs for s**m and makin babies Hey ladies, I know my A-B's, I'm makin CDs I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you'd better be eatin your Wheaties Comprendo, so let your friends know, I'm losin my noodle Cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to rip a QB Shooby dooby dooby, I do that too G So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in Hangin loosely, oh yes G, n***as be tryin to test me Hook (x8) Verse 4: Skoob Hear ye, don't look any further G, see here he is Still mic checkin sh**, still Dead Serious Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, what up with the static G? I be damagin n***as' fronts like them creeps that's in your cavity For real though, jumpin jalopies, ha, I'm rougher than hockey, ha I drop these off-beat, cause my style is knock-kneed So me-a my-a, I's flyer than the witch's sweeper Jeepers, keep ya jump jumpin to it, like Aretha I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant n***as tryin to hang but they can't Gee willikins, I'm gettin ill again with the sk** again It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, friend Hook (x8)