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 messing
With the Books and Drayzie
Big up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a, hell-a, can never catch a swell-a
Cause you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather, son
You never wanna spark me
I'm kicking rhymes and
Getting mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz
Just blowing up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style
Yo, is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried
Cause you're never coming near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it
But don't compare it
I still be schooling
Fooling em when I'm speaking
Kids be heaping, they love the way
That we be freaking
Log on to hide ad.
My sewer style, it cause disaster
So when I ask, you better answer
Who's the microphone master
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Miggity microphone master
Super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master
Super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master
Super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master
Super rhyme maker
Well, yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringing a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow
So lo 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 sixteen
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, old Gold and sess
I check the mic, two, one
And chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild
Like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll
Keep my forties spilling over
So the skunk and thai
Keep me high when I'm smoking
And I don't sleep
Just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded
Weed in me is feeding me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, Jamaican
Burn MC's like degrees of Mason
Because you're faking
I'm on point, exclamation
With the caper
The flavor misbehavior from
The super duper rhyme maker
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I got to give a siggity shout to my mans
My fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm frigging to ride the fat, oh, shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
Thicker than your blunt
Cause, yo, I be's the 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
Break bones like Mandingo
I'm starstruck like starbuck
The bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat
Like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear
Yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone
Makers of the super rhymes
Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nothing nice
Big up to DJ Dice wrecking shop
When he cut and slice
These twenty MC's, please
I never heard of some
We need to murder some
Like Colin Ferguson
But now you heard us from the under
So feel the thunder
You best to come clean
Like Ja Rule or Felix Unger
I'm bugging like gristle
See I suggest 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 packing
More rhymes up my sleeve
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