Epmd - Mic Checka lyrics

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Epmd - Mic Checka lyrics

[Verse 1: Krazy Drayzy] 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-breakin' backs and bustin' lips I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' 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-rippin' 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 co*ky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, cause here comes Das EFX [Verse 2: Krazy Drayzy] 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 f*g 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 [Verse 3: Krazy Drayzy] OOOH-WEEEEEEE! Tiggedy-time to get buckwild Call me bu*terfingers 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 n**edy-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 Bustin' heads with Erick Sermon and my n***a Parrish Smith [Verse 4: Krazy Drayzy] 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