[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
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