Mic Checka

(专辑： Dead Serious - 1992)

[Krazy Drayz:]
Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzooks, Here I go, so
Fliggedy-flame on, G-Geronimo, yo
I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great
I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate
It's Krazy, I'm biggedy-breaking backs and busting lips
I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freaking Pips
Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm
Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man
So check it, I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks
I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks
Oh and ah, I riggedy-rocked the Copacabana
Banana split, hack-thoo, spit! So sit!
I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh
I'm riggedy-ripping flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Squooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one
I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage
I shake 'em up and down like the Dow Jones Average
I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, cause here comes Das EFX

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer
I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the Motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings
Do a spin like the Mack and I slide like Peggy Fleming
Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals
I Hawaiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille
I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun
I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, cause Brooklyn's where I'm from

OOOH-WEEEEEEE! Tiggedy-time to get buckwild
Call me Butterfingers cause I drippedy-drop umm, 'nuff styles
Iggedy-eeny-meeny-miney-moe
Shiggedy-bop-bap, I'll snatch a rapper by the toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor
I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I take a SkyPager
LePew! I figgedy-freaks the funker
The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch' Bunker
So gimme the mic and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester
Microphone checka, one two checka
Oh yessir! I tiggedy-take no shorts, I'm not the fella
I might can even act; Stella who? Stella who?
Yo Stella, here kiggedy-comes the bumrush, mayday!
No static, I niggedy-knows more kids than umm, Bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey, not Dwayne but I got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots
So when, I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaker
I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita
So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip
Busting heads with Erick Sermon and my nigga Parrish Smith

Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle
So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps
Chumps, so wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief
He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth
I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo
So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two
I diggedy dot my I's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro
I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O