people people people people)
 Verse 1: Dray  Skoob
 Shippity bop  well hot diggity  where's the iggity? The bum siggity
 Niggas wanna 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'cha 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 bologne like Oscar Meyer
 See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice
 I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss
 (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 graffitti
 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:
 Bak 'n' affek, how's that?
 (People people people people)
 *repeat x3*
 Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
 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 cos I can roll a sister
 Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this
 Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris
 Cringle, 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 ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that
 Cos 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 cos 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 pitstop
 Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it
 and busboy give the speech cos 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 wanna do me like this to get
 booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat
 Chorus
 Bust a flavor
 Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah
 Check it out