Now ya got the Krazy  Krazy wit da Books
 Yes yes y'all  yes y'all  yes y'all  yes y'all
 Now ya got the Krazy  Krazy wit da Books
 Yes yes y'all  yes y'all  yes y'all  yes y'all
 Now ya got the Krazy  Krazy wit da Books
 Yes yes y'all  yes y'all  yes y'all  yes y'all
 Now ya got the Krazy  Krazy wit da Books
 (Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
 Verse 1: Dray  Skoob
 Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so
 watch
 me do this
 I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
 The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner
 So watch me get loose and run [shit] like Bill Skinner
 I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it
 There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it
 See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
 Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it
 See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop it
 I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
 I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin mine in
 Some niggas gettin jealous cos of the way that I be rhymin
 Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin
 It's like nuttin when I'm throwin somethin rougher than menstruation
 Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
 Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
 I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
 I dip-dip-dob wit more drive than the Harlem River
 Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then ????
 Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin see
 It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we
 got the knack to freak a track like I was printin in some nations
 Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope
 I'm madder than the Mad Hatter and Yabber Dabber Dope and you can
 quote...
 Chorus
 Verse 2: Dray, Books
 Well once again it's the spectacular, I checkin the back and ya
 [fuckin]
 face it
 Terrorisin MC's as if my name was Jason
 I crash 'n' clash em, monster mash em til they suckle
 I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Mr. Jekyll
 I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts
 The [shit] that I bringin got'cha swingin on my nuts
 I'm not the typical lyrical guy that be a miracle
 Drop the type of [shit] that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle
 I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet
 My raps they never collapse cos on the tracks, see I be bustin like
 fireworks, I fire jerks scullin then I step
 I'm back 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
 cockpit
 Hah I rocks [shit] and knock niggas out the blocks wit
 Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
 I'm slick, watch your tip cos my clique might slam ya next
 like BOOYAA, no ya not true, don't mean illusion
 Kickin a styles til '96, taking backs to the future
 Plus 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 scelli
 Plus I'm sinkin ships, doin whatever makes the blow rock
 My crew is givin nothin, stuffin chicks without the showtime
 When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
 Sad ya sleazy heart cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
 Chorus to fade