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Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da
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Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da
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Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books

Well, comin' to school ya the hooligan
I'm in the again so watch me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just Popeye did Brutus
The super trooper, oops, I'm no beginner
So watch me get and run, shit, like Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I it
See I'm than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya it when I use it

See I'm quick to the giff, and if ya tryin' ta stop it
I got mad skills like loose change in my
I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin' in
Some niggas jealous 'cos of the way that I be rhymin'

Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you
It's like nuttin' when I'm throwin' rougher than menstruation
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like Cougar
Mellen, them punks I put a swellin', for the lords split'cha

I kick tails that tips scales on the
I dip-dip-dob wit' more than the Harlem River
Oh the hell, I smoked a half a el then [Incomprehensible]
Pick up my grip spark the clip and get puffin' see

It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas we
Got the knack to freak a track like I was in some nations
Boy, I'm slipper soap-on-a-rope, I'm madder than the Mad Hatter
And Dabber Dope and you can quote

Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes

Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books

Well once it's the spectacular
I checkin' the back and ya, fuckin', it
MC's as if my name was Jason
I crash 'n' clash 'em, monster mash 'em they suckle
I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Dr.

I bring it the guts, my DJ got the cuts
The shit that I bringin' swingin' on my nuts
I'm not the typical, lyrical guy that be a
Drop the type of shit that make ya and get'cha swivacle

I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the
My raps they never 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like
Fireworks, I fire jerks then I step
I'm from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a
Hah I rocks shit and knock niggas out the blocks
lyrical motions from my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip because my clique slam ya next

Like booya, no ya not true, don't mean
Kickin' a styles '96, taking backs to the future
I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly
I'm aimin' for the charts just like this was a game of

Plus I'm ships, doin' whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is nothin', stuffin' chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy da Books