Das EFX - Baknaffek Lyrics

(People, people, people, people)
(People, people, people, people)

Shippity bop, well hot diggity
Where's the iggity? The bum siggity
Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little chickadee
I'm comin' with the Books and kid it looks like it's a winner
Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin' raps for dinner
See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse
I swoop in on the loop just like I was a kamikaze
See they thought I lost my spot
So they went and got real comfy
So now I gotta hit 'em hard and Bogart, like Humphrey
Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm flyer
You're phony, full of bologna like Oscar Mayer
See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice
I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a, cactus

(Set it off)
One two (set it off)

Yo it's the Books in reverse
The next kid up sendin' a big-up to my borough
I'm thorough, breded in the ghetto from a teenie bop
Takin' lessons, sweatin' niggas on graffiti rock
And now the slang bringer bring a thing of interpretations
My nerves is achin', see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin'
But can't see this, I'm screamin' on their records like Beavis
Or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy
Fisher, it's a
Pisser, hit you like an accident
And if I'm in your town
You might peep me at the Radisson
Or splatterin', batterin' crews for lip chatterin'
It ain't nothing new
That's how we do, my crew is back again

(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
Just when you thought it was safe
(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
(And yo I still wanna battle)

Well here I go again, so check the flow again
Try not to bite
I'll fake a nigga with my left and then
I (fling) him with my right
I'm outta sight, look how I do it
Ya blew it if you dissed a
Nigga on the microphone 'cause I can bone your sister
Word is bond, I'm on some new, do, like this
Grab the piece of steel and shoot the gift like Kris
Kringle, bust my jingle, don't it make ya shiver?
Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver (what? Nigga)
A microphone check, what the heck?
I threw that in because I used to catch wreck
With it, that's the time I, hack-too, spit it
For Christ's sakes I meant it
Hit the brakes and you skidded
You, my style you bit it
But y'all can keep that
'Cause now I'm on some other type of flow
And best believe that

And all that, small cat, my format's deranged
Honey I'm back to run things
'Cause some things just never changed, punk
So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober
But still be gettin' chills when niggas play "The Bridge is Over"
Kickin' the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock
My style is fender bendin' sendin' rappers to the pit stop
Good Lord ah mercy, hit reverse G if you missed it
And bust my gift of speech
'Cause like the priest, baby I'm twisted
Kid I swing a dome-buster like Bonecrusher Smith
Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff
So yo, who be dat that
That wanna do me back? Just to get
Booby trapped, jacked
'Cause my crew be strapped fat like that

(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
Word up
(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
Yeah word up
(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?
X Squad in the house boy
(People, people, people, people) Back in effect, how's that?

Young and restless
Maestro flavor
Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah
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