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lirik lagu das efx - rappaz

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 f-ck 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 sh-t 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 -ss kicks
so yibbida yabber yoozy, f-ck that floozy suzy chopstick
so here boy, here boy, come get some, it’s crazy
i’m swingin’ my dukes of hazard just like [incomprehensible] on daisy
i’m swayze

rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be

i hears ya snorin’, you n-gg-s is sleepin’, nighty nighty
lord almighty, i’m bringin’ it live g, see i be
rippin’ and flippin’ a tongue but some n-gg-s don’t seems to digs me
so i switch, b, like billy bigsby ‘cos i’m the sh-t g

you hoo dixie, they dribblin’ in they timberlands
i criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline
yikes man, the n-gg- is nice man so thinkin’ i lost it
but i hypin’ crews wit the b-ss 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 grand pops

rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be

well um, knock knock, who’s that? guess what? my crew’s back
rippin’ the hip-hop, penelope pitstop
doin’ the bitin’, the sh-t 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 t.p. rip a q.b.
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, n-gg-s be tryin’ to test me

rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be

hear ye, don’t look any further g, see he here is
still mic checkin’ sh-t, still dead serious
h-llo there, i didn’t go nowhere, what up with the static g?
i be damagin’ n-gg-s’ fronts like them creases in your cavity

for real though, jumpin’ jallopy’s huh, i’m robbin’ that hockey huh
i drop these b-mpy ‘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
n-gg-s 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

rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be
rappaz just ain’t what they used to be

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