Mic Checka

Riggidy bow, ziggidy gadzuks, 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 crazy, 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 bohanna
I riggedy rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
(Hack tho) spit, so sit

I friggedy freak it from here to Bangladesh
I riggedy rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Swooshed 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 Down Jones Average
I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy bangy 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 mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming
Or a smiggedy smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals
I Hawiian 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

Tiggedy time to get buck wild
Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy feel the flavor
I fliggedy fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager
I friggedy freaked the funka
The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker

Give me the mike and I'll liggedy light it up like Uncle Fester
Microphone checka, one two checka
Oh Yessa
I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella
I can even act: Stella, Stella
Yo Stella, here ciggedy comes the bum rush, maybe
No Static, I niggedy knows more kids than um, 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 freaka
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 Erik Sherman and my man Parish Smith

Kimmed kissed 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