Microphone Master (Jay Dee Remix)

[Intro] Come on Check it out Check it, check it, check it, check it Check it out now, check it out now Check it out now, check it out now [Verse 1: Drayz] I iggity am what I is I comes to get biz so bust the jam I might not be the man but yo, 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 Drayz Big up to Jersey and my people's out in L.I Well, I, hell, I, can never catch a swell eye 'Cause 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 hit You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit So grit (What?), your teeth and bear it 'cause you're never comin' near it So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it I still be schoolin' 'em, foolin' 'em when I'm speakin' it Kids be peepin' it, they love the way that we be freakin' it My sewer style, it 'cause disaster, so when I ask ya You better answer who's the microphone master [Chorus: Das EFX] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker [Verse 2: Skoob] Well, yo, here's the humdinger I'm briggity bringin' a new style of lingo It's the rap singer with the phat flow, so lo and behold I higgity hold this mic piece for ransom It's all about expansion, stocks of skunk, props and my pops get a mansion By the age of sixteen, had dreams of big screens Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean Chrome tools and rims And I only go downtown to buy jewels and Timbs Girbaud, Guess, Ol' Gold and sess I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath (Yes) My style is wild like them Cats at Villanova The heat on the street'll keep my 40 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 it be the weed in me is feedin' me The inspiration to riggity rock the nation From white folk to Haitian, Boriqua, 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 duper rhyme maker [Chorus: Das EFX] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker [Verse 3: Skoob] I got to give a shiggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes Drats! I'm freakin' it rather phat, oh shit My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick Thicker than your blunt 'cause yo I be's a 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 Tonka or Hasbro I have no figgity fear, yeah, it's me and mines Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes [Verse 4: Drayz] Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, I'm down for whatever like Nuttin' Nyce Big up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut and slice These corny MC's, please, I never heard of some We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson But now ya heard it's from the under, so feel the thunder You better come clean like Jeru or Felix Unger I'm buggin' like Whistle, see, I should diss 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 [Chorus: Das EFX] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker