Microphone Master - Das EFX

Verse 1: Dray 
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&