Undaground Rappa

Yeah, 1-2 1-2

Ha, let you know how I do

Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'll make your toe tap, so watch the birdie

Now check how I'mma wreck it like a demolition derby

Wit the Books, oops toots, I used to live on Bedford

But now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford

So bring it cos I can swing it, kid, like Reggie Jackson

I got the bats 'n' balls but now I needs some action

Ayo you can call me Prego because my style is in there

And I'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear'

See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker

I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker

In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics

I'll jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics

Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout

Cos yo I rip the shit up when it's time to throw my rhyme out

I'm twisted, my flow will make you dizzy like Gillespie

If ya test me, I'll rip ya, flip ya, strip ya, then I jet see

Yo I be flippin like I get busy at gymnastics with my rap skits

I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk with a basket

Ball, see, I got ya all three tempa-cheerin, so

Fuck what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo

Down down down down

Make way for the undaground rappa

Down down down down

........undaground rappa

Down down down down

Make way for the undaground rappa

Down down down down

(*All I need is just a mic and a track*)

Ayo, my crew is top notch, I stomp like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop

My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock

I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a

It really doesn't matter, kid, you see, because I'm nicer

Ayo it's from a lime to a lemon to break inside your car

See when I be on the block I'm like that **** H&R

Cause when I talk, **** listen, I rip til I jism

Perhaps that, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm

Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jiminy Cricket or Davy Crockett

Some **** wanna rock it when they think that I'mma block it

With my grammar, cause yo I am a, sewer flow-er

Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa

Constrictor, cause yo I rip tha, mic in half, G

Even if I slowed up you couldn't pass me

Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause

Like a comma or I'mma have to drop you like some drawers

So hey hey hey, you thought it was just another fad like JJ

Cause I be usin a, style that's stupider, than Sheneneh

So bust the way I flip it like a double-headed coin, kid

I rolled two spliffs, so now I guess I'm double jointed

I be the devious, mischiev-ious, kid believe me, it's

Not the move to riff cause in a jiff I freaks the sleaziest

Rappa-type funk, punk I be rippin

**** know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen

Yo I be kickin it to the optic lens, flippin when I'm knockin skins

A **** who be clockin ends, so next I guess I'll rock a Benz

But now a BM, **** be like "Yo, did ya see him?"

I'm creepy, I'm kooky, and plus I'll make you scre-am

See I don't understand why **** be wantin to do me

You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy

Huxtable, I'll bust a few slang terms on the drum pattern

That run rings around that ass, G, like Saturn