I gotta suprise uh  I is a bit wiser  oh yes I gets biz  G
 I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a frisbee
 Ya flimsy  my thinga majig is the illest  I throw it like Willis
 Heiman  when I'm rhymin I'm makin the pape's like Simon
 says ta  my stick it ta master  I still be the best a
 I figgity [fuck] the flame but in the sun  now time for Esther
 So hi ho I'm Silver  I'm makin the pape's when I kicks
 the [shit] that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his
 ticks
 For the chicks, I be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks
 So yibbida yabber yoozy, [fuck] that floozy Suzy Chapstick
 So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
 I'm swingin my Dukes of Hazard just like ???? on Daisy
 I'm swayze
 Hook (x8):
 (*Rappaz just ain't what they used to be*)
 Verse 2: Books
 I hears ya snorin, you niggas is sleepin, nighty nighty
 Lord almighty, I'm bringin it live G, see I be
 rippin and flippin a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
 so I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby cos I'm the [shit], G
 U hoo Dixie, they dribblin in they Timberlands
 I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
 Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin I lost it
 but I hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it
 So hip hip hooray, wantin me while I do a
 new way to school a new jay, you say
 "Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks"
 Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to 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 shit I be writin, you're givin me rabies
 They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies
 Hey ladies, I know A-B's, I'm makin CD's
 I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your
 Weeties
 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 tp rip a QB
 Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G
 So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
 Hangin loosely, oh yes G, niggas be tryin to test me
 Hook (x8)
 Verse 4: Books
 Hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
 Still mic checkin [shit], still Dead Serious
 Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static G?
 I be damagin niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity
 For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, I'm robbin that hockey huh
 I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed
 So me and my-a, I's flyer then the witches sweeper
 Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like Aretha
 I Boogie Bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
 Niggas be tryin to hang but they can't G
 Will agains, I'm gettin elegant with the skill again
 It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my philly friend
 Hook (x8