We did it like that and now we do it like this
We did it like that and now we do it like this
Keynote Speakerz in the place gettin' biz like this...
Skiggy Rapz rhyme saying vocalist
Yo, my shit is never square so you you can roll with it
Say hello to that Keynote braggadocio flow
Got so much style it ain't human anymore
I know you're waiting for this one to happen
I just love it when a plan comes together
Recognize my delivery is signed and sealed
Then pass the mic to my man Surreal who's more
Hip-Hop then hippie, more hippie then hardcore
Still more hardcore than soft porn, I'm for the art more
Than for the heart sore. Suckas only 'bout sales
Them freestyles ain't free they just out on bail
They can't test me so they detest me
Better bring more than a lexicon to impress me
Our sound got suckas spinnin' round like leslie
While we get down blowin' the spot like Fred Wesley
No doubt about it that this whiteboy's a rapper
If this whiteboy had money he would be a cheese cracker
Carry on on some nonchalant, havin' a ball, a bunch of fun tip
Laced with rhymes as run shit
Nothing but love we get got
Even open minded people we got in a headlock
It's like this and like that and like this
It don't matte how we kick it either way it is a classic
Emcees! Jump on it!
DJ's! Jump on it!
B-Boys! Jump on it!
Graf writers! Jump on it!
Fly ladies! Jump on it!
Party people! Jump on it!
Hip-Hop heads! Jump on it!
What? Jump on it!
Yeah! Jump on it!
It's obvious that we don't fit the gangsta label
But I write rhymes so hard they engraved on my table
Rhymes so vicious they blow straight through your torso
Looking at me like I spit these bars in Morse code
I'm 'bout the paper, the ink, the pen
Hustling these letters, yo, they help me make rent
Ain't in it for the fame, the money or the glory
I'm in it cause Dutch Hip-Hop needs me
End of story
Bleep bleep be the weasel
My rhymes are so dope they actually should be illegal
Smoke so much I'm surprised I'm still living
Coughing up a long but have another one and so I don't miss it
Not really a logical type of guy
'Cause I'm afraid of heights but I get high
I gotta say bye, because I'm out
But not before I let Surreal bust another round
I'm a seventies baby, child of the eighties
The nineties raised, now 2k is crazy
I came a long way so it don't phase me
How radio don't play me but critics still praise me
Recently resurrected, shaped by evolution
Did it like that, now we here with the new shit
Back with Skiggy, who'd never leave me hangin'
Witness the result yo of course Shit is Bangin'!
Like this y'all - This y'all!
This y'all - This y'all!!
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all!
It's like this - This
This - This
This - This
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all!
Like this y'all - This y'all!
This y'all - This y'all!
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all!
It's like this - This
This - This
This - This
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-Dis y'all!
Emcees! Jump on it!
DJ's! Jump on it!
B-Boys! Jump on it!
Graf writers! Jump on it!
Fly ladies! Jump on it!
Party people! Jump on it!
Hip-Hop heads! Jump on it!
What? Jump on it!
Yeah! Jump on it!