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