I iggity am what I am
 I comes to get biz so bust the jam
 I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam  I cram
 to understand why these rappers try to faze me
 They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
 Big up to Jersey and my people's out in el a
 Well a hell a can never cut the swell a
 Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
 No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
 I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
 See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
 We high as shit, the sky is it
 You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
 So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin near
 it
 So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
 I still be schoolin, foolin em when I'm speakin
 Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin
 My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask
 you better answer who's the microphone master
 Hook (x4):
 Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
 Verse 2: Skoob
 Well yo, here's the humdinger, I'm briggity bringin a new style of
 thing
 It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
 I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
 It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a
 mansion
 By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
 Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
 Chrome tools in rent
 and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
 Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess
 I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
 My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
 The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over
 So the skunk and thai keep me high when I'm smokin
 And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
 See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me
 the inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation
 from white folk to Haitian, ???? Jamaican
 Burn MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin
 I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
 The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker
 Hook (x4)
 Verse 3: Skoob, Dray
 I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
 friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
 Drats! I'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
 My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
 Thicker than your blunt cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
 and I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
 Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
 I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo
 I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
 I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
 I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
 Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes
 Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, I'm clown for whatever like nuttin
 nice
 Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice
 These 20 MC's, please! I never heard of some
 We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson
 But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
 Ya best ta come clean like J-Rule and *?Felix Sunder?*
 I'm buggin like gristle, see I suggest you
 dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
 I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
 Believe I'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
 Hook to fade