Baknaffek

(People people people people People people people people) Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity Niggas want to know but check the flow my little trickity I'm comin' with the Books so kid, it looks like it's a winner Ya better get ya plate because I'm servin' raps for dinner See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse I'm swoopin' on the note just like I was a kamikaze See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy So now I gotta hit me hard and Bogart like Humphrey Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm flyer Ya phony, full of bologna like Oscar Meyer See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a fucking axis (Set it off!) One two (Set it off!) Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin' a big-up to my borough I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop Takin' lessons, swayin' niggas on graffiti Rockin' other slang ranger, bring a banger occasion My nerves is achin', see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin' But can't see this, I'm screamin' on they records like Beavis Or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident And if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson Or splatterin', batterin' crews for lip chatterin' It ain't nuttin' new, that's how we do, my crew is back again [Chorus: x3] Bak 'n' affek, how's that? (People people people people) Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite A bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a Nigga on the microphone 'cause I can roll a sister Word is bond, I'm on some nuke shit, new shit like this Grab a piece of steel and shoot the Giff like Chris Kringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver Aah microphone check, what the heck? I do that then because I used to catch a wreck Wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin' You nigga in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that 'Cause now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that And all that, small cat, my format, deranged Honey I'm back to run things 'cause some things is never changed, punk! So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober But still be gettin' chills when niggas know that winter's over Kickin' the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock My style is fender bendin' sendin' rappers to the pit stop Good lord o' mercy, hit reverse if you missed it And busboy give the speech 'cause like a preacher, baby I'm twisted Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a smith Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff So yo, who be dat? Dat want to do me like this to get booby trapped jack, 'cause my crew be strapped fat like dat [Chorus: x3] Bust a flavor Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah Check it out