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&