Yeah, 1-2 1-2
  Ha, let you know how I do
  Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
  Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'm makin toe taps so watch the birdie
  Now check it how I wreck it like a demolitian derby
  wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford
  but now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford
  So bring it cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson
  I got the backs 'n' bones but now I needs some action
  Aiyo you can call me Plato because my style is in there
  and I'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was 'swimwear'
  See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker
  I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker
  In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics
  I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics
  Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout
  Cos yo I rip the shit out when it's time to throw my rhyme out
  I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like Gillespie
  If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jet-sy
  Yo I be rippin it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets
  I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
  Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so
  Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo
  Chorus:
  Down down down down
  Make way for the undaground rappa
  Down down down down
  ........undaground rappa
  Down down down down
  Make way for the undaground rappa
  Down down down down
  (*All I need is just a mic and a track*)
  Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
  Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip
  shop
  My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
  I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vice-a
  It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin cos I'm nicer
  I'm growin lime to a lemon to break inside your car
  See when I be on the block I'm like that nigga Agent R
  Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip til I drizz em
  Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
  Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
  Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I'm block it
  wit my grammar, cos yo I am a super flower
  Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa
  constrictor, cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G
  Even if I slowed up your couldn't pass me
  Well hello there momma, you better be bringin the drama to a pause
  like a comma or I'ma have to drop you like some drawers
  So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ
  cos I be usin a *?calender?* stupider dishin nay-nays
  So what's the way I'm flippin like a double-header drinkin
  I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I'm double jointed
  Chorus
  Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
  I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
  Not the move to rip cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest
  Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin
  Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen
  Yo I be kickin it to the optic, grins for-min when I'm knockin skins
  on niggas who be clockin ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz
  But now I be em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?"
  I'm creepy, I'm kooky and plus I make you scream
  See I don't understand why niggas be wantin to do me
  You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy
  Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
  That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn
  Chorus